Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (recovery)
I stand, hovering, behind you,
ready to take over, if needed.
You wheel yourself in the hospital wheelchair,
resisting my offers of assistance.
We pass doorways with patients in each room.
Different voices greet us,
giving a snapshot of lives interrupted by illness and injury.
Mum peers into each room, scanning for a familiar face.
”It’s the buttons that de...
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:08 pm