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Thoughts from the Hospital

Thoughts from the hospital

November 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 by David Smith

 

The Arrival November 8, 2017

A ride to the hospital in an ambulance, no doubt

The siren and horn had reason to shout

Near got T boned at lights at Broadway

Vehicle, drove though the intersection, reason to say

A sore heavy chest and helplessness to feel

Emergency vehicles their dedication is real

The staff in emerge, their dedication on fire

The passion for the job their service does matter

All night they flip around with energy on high

To serve their patience, the passion to try

A ride down the hall in a gurney with wheels

Freedom like driving in the back of a pickup, and squeal

Think of our nurses and where would we be

And the volunteers that accommodate you and me

The technical support on a cat scan, I feel

Like being on Star Trek, science fiction the appeal

Glide through the arch, like a disappearing act

The sophisticated equipment, keeps optimism in tact

That is the joy, the thoughts and the sounds

The love of humanity is so profound

 

Nov 9, 2017

A day in the hospital with shunts in each arm

I.V. and blood pressure equipment for alarm

To move on the bed where arms are disabled

A chore to get comfortable and pee when we are able

Think of the frustration a temporary time

To maintain a healthy body well passed our prime

To turn into a pin cushion no studying for tests

Just the pain where healing is best

Hospitals have a flavour, appreciate the goal

Nurses of dedication, health care on a roll

The ability to care and the action to show

Volunteers are priceless, Nurses to know

Think of the value how volunteers pull through

And nurses and doctors technicians, to name a few

 

At the Hospital

Nov 9

In a lot of pain yesterday but enjoyed the time

Grand children, around love flowed so fine

Daughters were present, and my wife at their best

The love of the family for complete happiness

Pain less pronounced, a weight off my chest

And in the company I appreciate the best

A private room, sounds from the hall

The vacuum, the loneliness, to express thoughts, after all

A visit with my son, then off on his own

A loneliness again, a melancholy tone

In a private room with only the telephone

Visitors come in, in gowns and masks

Feel so ostracised, but up to the task

In the name of security to keep bugs in check

Beyond the feeling the optimism we get

Think of the healing of everyone concerned

To isolate a virus, those health issues we learn

 

Friday

 

A bright sunny day, the light shining in

The clock on the wall, the hands that spin

The second hand as it tics and talks

Casts a shadow on the face of that clock

As the hand counts off the seconds the shadow follows it around

It keeps pace, with the shadow, and surpasses, I have found

Fascinating to see the shadows on the wall

And how a simple clock can keep a poet fascinated after all

The shadow and the second had move around the clock

At Nine in the morning; the viewing that it brought

The shadow and the second hand so vivid and clear

How they follow each other and change positions so near

It’s all in the lighting

The sun through the glass

A picture of the daylight how time is so fast.

 

Friday

Yesterday it hurt, tonight it did not

Needles by chance where skill means a lot

The healing process has its sharp jabs

Antibiotics and syringes, as pain would grab

To get in touch with the pain the pleasures unfold

The vision of hope as experiences are told

To have life and see it, our walk by our feet

That is the joy that is really neat

A hospital bed

Nov 11

 

A hospital bed how it flips and it flops

All the positions and variety we got

The head and the foot they raise and lower

Think of the possibilities

The pleasures to explorer

Think of twin-beds, which raise and lower, in tune

In contrast, but together, the excitement to spoon

The hum of the beds they lift and fall

Think of the ecstasy and moans down the hall

Think of the possibilities yet isolated and alone

All those options as imagination sets the tone.

 

 

 

Saturday

Nov 11, 2017

 

A hospital setting that means so much

A hospital break with lots of fuss

Needles and meds, those pills to boot

And all those tests to see what suits

A game changer as doctors in discussions

Expressing opinions, as a new case in fuss’en

And being a patient from all angles we hear

Living with options we hold so dear

The ultimate decision is me of course

Professional opinions very knowledgeable the source

What to weigh and decisions at stake

The love of people their input is great

Once we listen, the final straw

Well defined, we answer the call

A hospital setting that precious place

Love and family and ethics we face

 

The clock no visitors Arrive

Nov 11, 2017

 

Nine O Clock rolled around, my girls are not hear

I know they have families, their loved ones so dear

And they have commitments with children and life

The love of their father, I embrace it so tight

When they come to visit, I radiate and see

The love of the grand children is heaven to me

We know priorities get in the way

A vacuum to feel at the end of the day

The sounds of my daughters and boys with all fuss

The love of the family, I embrace till I bust

Nine O Clock rolls around, my daughters are not here

Burned in my memory

Loves greatest cheer

 

The Old School Clock

November 12, 2017

 

The old school clock at the side of the class

Use to watch it as time would pass

To count off the seconds from day to day

So I could go home, enjoy and play

 

Watching the clock as the hands would spin

Can’t be reversed to where we had been

Forever ticking and moving along

The rear view mirror has been long gone

 

 

To grasp the past as we look forward to the new

The present clock still takes off a second or two

That old fashioned clock and second hand on the go

Back to school days a long time ago.

 

 

Visitors leave, a hush fills the room

The excitement of visitors keeps life in tune

Love of family as they trickle in light

A more comfortable visit than all loved ones in sight

It is a treasure to see

The people that care

Think of the experiences

The reasons to share

 

Feelings in the Hospital

 

Feelings we face when health is an issue

The heart or the liver and broken bones and what have you

The ability to heal and put the world on hold

And back off commitments and let work grow cold

The feelings we face to acknowledge them well

The ability to move forward and life’s, lessons to tell

To have my heart beat come down to low

Intense in emergency for healing did go

The feeling of helplessness, so dizzy and cold

A heart beat near zero as circumstances unfold

The documentation of life and feelings as they progress

Helplessness, despair, emotions; in a mess

We did not ask to be born

We do not ask to die

The trials of life, the maturity to try

Every day is a challenge,

New horizons appear

The comfort in family, the love that’s a cheer

 

Uncertainty of operations

And professionals to give trust

The decision on health issues consultation a must

Look at the options, experiences are grand

With hope and faith in the palm of our hand

 

The flip flop of emotion at a hospital stay

To develop a routine and be well on my way

 

Meeting the nurses, the people that care

The ground work and dedication

The love that they share

Needs being met, needles, administered with skill

The volume of compassion, my greatest thrill

 

Young nurses with families that serve day and night

Know the sacrifices for a community with insight

The hospital setting, time comes to an end

What an experience, a message to send

 

The fears in a hospital

Intervenes and such

A positive attitude we need so much

 

The Waiting Game

 

Waiting for approval for decision, no doubt

The outcome of tests and what path to come about

The waiting of uncertainty, for the all clear this night

Plays on the mind in a hospital so right

 

Think of the security with doctors around

Even the nurses where comfort is found

A symphony of health care where each note has a pitch

That is the goal where health care is rich

Decisions and options and making a move

Personal concerns to fit in the groove

 

 

 

A New Bed: New Room

 

A new bed tonight with slightly different controls

Like driving a chariot

As dreams they unfold

Think of the opportunities to be moved around

From room to room as quarantines are stood down

A joy to meet people

A message to share

As the body wears out, new thoughts we compare

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Old and Young

Old and Young

By David Smith June 13, 2017

 

The very young and the very old

Come together, enthusiasm to unfold

What a treat where old meets new

Mind stimulation, with bonds that grew

To make sense out of this and that

People with dementia deal where it’s at

 

Childhood memories come to mind

Old and ridged becomes soft and kind

A day care mixes with a retirement home

Food for thought as ideas roam

Motor skills of children and what elderly go through

What a joy to mix old and new

 

Visualize how old and young respond

The interconnection how they fit and bond

Remarkable how the mix is great

Young and old meet their fate

The very young and the very old

Create the passion, a story to be told

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

Inspired by Metropolitan Fountain Pen

By David Smith January 1, 2016

 

A Metropolitan Fountain pen I hold in my hand

Learning how to write, with a creative stand

To form the words with the alphabet, we see

Pass it on to children, with great, possibility

Back to basic writing to let the ink flow

From the glass bottle to the lined paper, the mechanics to get to know

Study each letter and how it is shaped

Yet, know the thought patterns, as it flows so great

A true art to write as words flow on the page

Developing a story, as phrases form on each stage

Words, to sentences, to paragraphs, no doubt

The art of writing, a skill throughout

To pass on to grandchildren, that is my dream

Developing skills, to teach it, I mean

Get back to basics with “A” “B” and “C”

Write it with flair, the possibility
What a joy! Thoughts as they flow

Loading a pen, basic mechanics to know

The ink, from the bottle, and out though the pen

Document your life, what a message to send

A fountain pen flowing with ink and thought

Imagination, to capture a lot

Boredom is an asset

Boredom is an asset

By David Smith December 1, 2016

 

If kids can only realize being bored is part of life

To sit back and breathe the air with splendour and with might

Enjoy the boredom.  The flowing of thoughts

In digesting life, what our experiences, have brought

 

Being bored is the best way to be.

To search within for fulfillment, an eye opener to see

That is the joy, to be bored, and entertained

Tap within, a resource, on how we gained

 

What makes my personality tick? My accomplishments and fears

And being bored, that pause, can have fulfilment to my years

Take the time to study deep,

Our complex nature, for our desires, so sweet

 

Being bored is wonderful, to smell the coffee, no doubt

Studying internal thoughts, where desires come about.

Continually being active, no time to digest

To appreciate life, for complete happiness

If kids can only realize being bored, is a pause

To be comfortable in their skin is reason for applause

 

Generations of Emotion

Generations of emotion

by David Smith October 3, 2016

3 Generations

Think of  grandchildren growing up.

The pitter-patter of little feet and romping  O so much

Learning to speak and the increase in words

Mispronunciation as life gives us curves

 

the memory of grandchildren, little people I see

how they entertain is well beyond me

seeing their future, a wedding down the road

challenges in life, may be a heavy load

 

Looking at my picture, when I was a lad

thinking of my grandparents and my mom and dad

My great grandmothers’, anchors of hope

Though their experiences we learn how to cope

From this photo of me, time moves so fast

sixty five years now, youth did not last

 

Covering a span from one generation to the next

The history in families is so perplex

change in technology, pictures say it all

The capture of memory may be our downfall

To dwell on the past like a rear view mirror

Family history is reason to hear

That vision ahead, a future to see

It is the past, keeps rolling back at me

 

The sounds of my grandchildren and my mother’s tears

emotion in memory we hold so dear

A Tribute to my Dad

A Tribute to my Dad

By David Smith, June 14, 2016

FrontView of Store

My dad was smart. His limitations he knew

And even his strengths, they were solid and true

 

A writer he became, his stories were grand

Foundations for many speeches, on Toastmasters I stand

Did not realize his potential till his pen ran out of ink

how he documented history, He really knew how to think

He did not get sufficient praise and credit for what he gave

After he is gone, His memory we can save

The history of the town, the stories of his life

They are tools for learning and overcoming strife

To tap into experiences

people who were made

Pass on all that knowledge, the foundation as its laid

My humble dad did not appear all that smart

His knowledge was written down, the present, a place to start

Now I see his value, the pen is so profound

Documenting history, scenes from all around.

The skill to learn to write, and the discipline to type

Document our lives before we see the night,

 

Inspired by Ball Hockey Game Ridgeway

DSC00184Inspired by Ball Hockey Game Ridgeway

By David Smith May 4, 2016

The good Ole Ball- hockey game

Raising quite a stink

The odour of a locker room

Hoovers the entire rink

 

Crystal Ridge Community Centre

All the excitement as parents enter

Ball hockey minus the skates

The kids run around very high rate

 

They take it seriously like the NHL

As cell phones video, for a story to tell

The sound of the buzzer, the ref with his whistle

The ball is dropped like the firing of a pistol

 

O the excitement as kids run around

The ball off the boards an aggressive banging sound

 

Kids look so cute with their feet in a run

Uniform shirts, as enthusiasm is spun

That is the joy to see children expand

To develop character as they grow in this land

 

Helmets and sticks and a ball on the floor

To run the rink, excitement to adore

The water fountain as cups to the fill

So the players can have their drink and the thrill

 

Seven goals Ian scored

The game is over the crowd that roared

 

What an accomplishment when it came to an end

Kids learning skills; a message to send

That’s the picture of the ball hockey game

O the challenges to everyone’s gain.