Blue lights, No Siren
The ambulances whiz past to Alder Hey…..
All day and all night.
Some without blue lights and sirens, I hope…..
Hope……They are just going to pick a little boy up
And, take him home
I hope he’s going to a nice home……
Where he lives with people that love and appreciate him.
For the gift he is.
Others race by, blue lights and sirens screaming….
Sometimes, the noise makes the hairs on the back of my neck.
I say a little prayer, not our lords prayer…..
Our Ged’s prayer if you like, I whisper…..
“I hope your going to be Ok”
Then there’s the ones with just the blue lights, and……
These ones scare me most of all.
I hope its only a blue light no siren, because, there’s…..
No rush, the child’s stable.
Just, wouldn’t like the noise.
But there’s a little part of me that, I hate…..
Just fears, and wonders.
Are the sirens off because there is no rush…..
Or because rushing will serve no purpose?
Was it too late?,
Has another Angel just gone home to heaven?
Is there not a sick child in the back of……… That one?
Just broken hearts in the back of……….That one?
I whisper my prayer again.
Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet 14/10/ 12