The Visitor

The Visitor

Hospital Visit




The Visitor

Down the long dreary corridor,
in the stale humid heat.
The smell of disinfectant,
lingering under my feet.

Through two set of swings doors.
I reach the elevator.
I put my drink in my bag,
to save it for later.

The elevator takes me,
to the appropriate floor.
It comes to a stop
and opens it doors.

The visitors gather round,
as the wait for the doors to be open.
With gifts in their hands
and the odd TV token.

The ward doors open.
We start to go in.
We spot in him bed,
he looks rather thin.

I gave him a sandwich,
some juice and some crisps.
He opens them right away
he just can’t resist.

We chat and we laugh,
like what seems forever.
How to escape,
is my only endeavour.

I hate hospitals.
The look and the smell.
As I sit nodding and smiling,
I hope he can’t tell.

The ward bells rings.
It’s time to go home.
I say my goodbyes
and promise to phone.

I am glad it is over.
Hospital visits ….they drag on.
He looks rather bored,
my poor Uncle John.

Written by Jerri42
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2 Responses to The Visitor

  1. Cubby says:

    Wow, you describe hospital visits so well. I feel exactly the same way sometimes…depending on who I’m visiting. But I’ve also been in a hospital for an extended period of time, so I know how much a visit can brighten up a patient’s day. This is definitely not “flowery clap trap” but very real and true.

    • jerri42 says:

      Tomorrow I will be posting the patients perspective. Being a renal patient I have spent my fair share of time on both sides of the visit.

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