Poem: Oh, Sister 1987

Peering through the haze of double sight

Bright eyes shine back at me

Warm words of comfort at this time

A countenance of hope in a bitter fight

Drifts in smothering dreams of ecstasy

Head, heart and senses scream

In a battle to restore to life

Oh Sister your presence gives hope

To a body cut open by a surgeon’s knife.

Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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