• I never liked hospitals.
    The scent of antiseptic mingling with rotting flesh
    The moans and cries that haunt my dreams...

    I spent the day staring blankly at the wall's sterile white
    Asking God why it had to be you
    Day old sandwiches lay stale on the stainless-steel platter next to your bed
    And though I was hungry I could not bring myself to eat.

    You used to pick me up by my feet
    And carry me over your shoulder
    And take care of me when no one else was there.
    It is so hard to see you helpless
    With your mother spooning in the applesauce
    That will come back up in an hour.

    After so many days here I wonder:
    In a place that brings only sadness
    Why not pick a more cheerful shade for the walls?