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From A Clear Sky
She was like a breath of fresh air
Outspoken and straight as a die,
Her honesty was almost painful
Often it would make you cry
No hint of vagueness or deceit
Double meanings gone for good
Weasel words shown the door
With her I knew where I stood
Prevarications were not for her
She would let on the reason why
She never beat about the bush
She came true fro...
Friday 20th November 2020 11:07 am
Crossing
She volunteered at the hospice,
They'd seen off her old man fine
Daytimes she was a lollipop lady
Keeping kids safe with her sign
Then she took ill, her sight went
Gradually the kids put in peril,
A brain tumour behind her eyes
Still the kids relied on old Beryl
Sadly she gave up the hospice
Painkillers made her too weary
The kids noticed she was tired
Ge...
Sunday 25th October 2020 10:43 am
The Power of Poetry in Hospice Care
Poetry about Real People - The power of poetry in hospice care
There is a tension between the advance of medical science, that pursues its ability to fix and treat, and an acceptance of the natural order of death and how that may be experienced. Atul Gawande, a surgeon and health researcher, has reignited this debate with his book 'Being Mortal' (and also presented the 2014 Reith Lectures on B...
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:09 pm
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