Polly

Writings and Witterings

My Brother’s Coming Home

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Nurse, mother with baby
and big brother,
stand outside the bleak,
utilitarian Ronkswood hospital.
Big brother, a little boy, is 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’ll need his big brother,
‘and look, see what he’s got?
‘There’s a little tiny gift
‘that he’s brought along for you.
‘Can you see what it is yet?
‘An engine, royal blue.’

Polly Stretton © 2017
Written for the George Marshall Medical Museum, Worcester Royal Hospital

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8 thoughts on “My Brother’s Coming Home

  1. Ah you old softy. It worked as you got me a bit misty… 🙂

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  2. Reblogged this on poetry, photos and musings oh my! and commented:
    For some, a stroll down memory lane…

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  3. So sweet! Having two sons myself, your words took me back. 😊

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