Nurse, mother with baby
and big brother,
stand outside bleak,
utilitarian Ronkswood hospital.
Big little boy, excited; it’s time
to take his brother home.
‘Look at his tiny hand, Mum.
‘Why’s he wrapped like that?
‘When will he start talking?
‘Does he cry a lot?
‘Dad says he’ll be sleeping
‘and won’t want me playing trains.
‘Is that right, Mum? Can I, can I
‘play with trains again?’
‘He won’t be playing trains with you
‘for quite a long while yet,
‘but he will need his big brother,
‘and look, see what he’s got?
‘There’s a little shiny gift
‘that he’s brought along for you.
‘Can you see what it is?
‘An engine, royal blue.’
Polly Stretton © 2017
Written for the George Marshall Medical Museum, Worcester Royal Hospital
This poem was part of a project organised by Charley Barnes for the Curator of the George Marshall Medical Museum Louise Price. Follow this link to see fellow poet on the project and Worcestershire Poet Laureate Nina Lewis’s description—find out more!
17/07/2017 at 08:53
Ah you old softy. It worked as you got me a bit misty… 🙂
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17/07/2017 at 09:14
heh-heh…good to see ‘it worked’, love to think of you getting ‘a bit misty’ 🙂
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17/07/2017 at 10:29
You tease you! 😉
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17/07/2017 at 08:54
Reblogged this on poetry, photos and musings oh my! and commented:
For some, a stroll down memory lane…
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17/07/2017 at 09:13
So sweet! Having two sons myself, your words took me back. 😊
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17/07/2017 at 09:15
I think we all did the ‘look what baby’s got for you’ thing 🙂
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19/07/2017 at 23:16
Fabulous.
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20/07/2017 at 05:10
Thanks Elaine 😊
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03/08/2017 at 14:12
I like this very much
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03/08/2017 at 14:20
Thanks for your comment Gary 🙂
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