By Mary Hill
Hospital rooms are so sterile
A place where life is in peril.
I sit and watch the monitor beep
As the red iron seeps
Into my arm and into my veins
Silently my body moans in pain
I am scared the iron
Will not do any good
As I wait for more news of my health
Has the disease gone stealth?
Anemic and tired
lnfusions seem to take so long
Four more to go ….
Concentrate on the sound of the birds
the sound of the laughing children
Love and ever after
God has me in his hands
Because of prayer of friends
Make a major difference when sick and scared
Right now I am going to turn my mind
To a new rhyme
Hanging with my ladies trying to laugh
Not cry, because life is too precious
Gather friends and tell stories
Laughter, jokes and smiles will make the medicine work.
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Thinking of you- 🙂
Will say a prayer for you.Please come link up with me at NanaHood.com Would love for my readers to meet you! Teresa from NanaHood.com
Praying for you. I love your poem. Writing about it is a beautiful way to share your pain and your faith!
Thanks. Infusion. Should take two hours. Thank goodness.
Hope the experience is positive and quick! Like you, I hate doctors and hospitals, spend too much time there — lovely poem! Keep writing and sharing and know all will be well!