I submitted a poem some time ago for an anthology of poetry entitled Making Memories. The Community Arts Partnership is a great organisation for promoting the arts. They recently published the anthology including this poem of mine called No Checklists.
It was inspired by my Aunt and Uncle, and I hope that no offence is given by relating their experiences.
At the community hospital a woman sat beside the bed
With a checklist for the echo of a man born out of a coma
“What is my name?” she asked her husband stoically
Even though she knew it wasn’t really him.
Propped up in bed, barely able to hold a spoon
He would have told her not to be so daft
His life story no mystery, no facts to be fed
No checklists, no prompting, no daily repetition.
But duty made her go through the drill for form’s sake
With too little time to record the decades of a marriage
And a past they could no longer share