(Background
– our youngest son was in a strange hospital – 40 miles from our home – during the
night his IV was changed from one arm to the other. While no-one entered his
room according to his charts.)
“Looking up
. . .”
cji 1991
From tear
stained eyes
just above
my son's
hospital
bed
the veil
was thin
and there
caring
for him
was an
administering
angel;
She had
a continence
not unlike
his mother
and a
familiarity
to Morgen,
only an
older
sister could have;
An I leaned
over
describing
this scene
to my
loving wife,
his mother
and both
she and I
slept
soundly
when the
veil
was thin
and my son
comforted .
. .”
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