Shadows, 

In the night are gone, 

With the dawn light, 

I spoke to an old friend, 

Last night, 

He saw me in all my decline, 

My messy hair 

And tears, 

And he did not judge,

Thank you Dave, 

Rest he said rest, 

Let the nurses in, 

Let mcmillan help you 

Help you, 

Hold on to your memories, 

Of lands travelled, 

Both alone and with friends, 

Be at peace, 

Sleep well, 

He asks if the paintings are mine, 

I put myself down, 

For I have many manuals, scripts, 

A collection of sorts, 

A legacy, 

This need in me to write, 

The church bring fruit, bread, and esentials, 

They want to hold my hand, 

Through this, 

But the nurses bang, bang on the door, 

He is in the distance now, but I know he is a

Protector of sorts, 

With his wisdom, 

His guidance to light, 

His insistence for me to be well, 

The strong must protect the weak, 

Only friends tell me Im the strongest woman they've met, 

The ambulance drivers tell me too, 

They question and question, 

I sleep, 

Fitfully, 

But sleep, 

Kind words in my ears whispering, xxxx