Sunday, May 13, 2007

Kwong Wai Shiu Hospital, 6.15 p.m

Here's a re-post of a poem I published in this blog earlier. It is something I wrote for my mother, she has since passed on. I thought I will write something less dreary, but the darn muse is still missing.

This work is part of a batch I submitted to a poetry competition.

photo from :
image was enhanced.

Kwong Wai Shiu Hospital, 6.15 p.m

i hate it.
who likes the stench of dried spit ?
the stuffy air of ageing wards
the stares of the old pitifuls
eyes blank as lost memories.

but can't leave Mother.
she lies helpless on that bed
the stroke was that horrendous.
have to change her sheets
bits of rice still sticks to it,
the attendants are so careless

she smiles when i come.
there can be joy at such places
light in darkness.
i hold her frail hands
smiling my plastic smile
the grief in my heart
all bottled up
seeing her wasting, bones and all,
like that peeling paint on the wall.

who likes the stench of dried pee?
not you, not me.

--- 1998 ---

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Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Odors that burn into painful memories. It appears hospitals are univerisal in these. Excellentlt described!! If you find your muse and mine is there would you send her drunk butt home?

13 May, 2007 23:55  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

My dad never came back from the hospital. Somewhat similar situation. Love overwhelmed the stench.

He did not come back....

14 May, 2007 01:20  
Blogger floots said...

i too have been through similar times
it's a strangely ambivalent situation but i agree with gautami

powerful piece
thank you

14 May, 2007 16:44  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thanks, pat.
the place i described may not be top notch, but they did a good job looking after her, and for this i am grateful.

your muse sure is a long way from Georgia if i do see her here. :)

yes, love overcomes all..

thanks for the kind words.

15 May, 2007 17:40  
Blogger polona said...

oh, this is powerful!
had a similar experience recently but mother recovered for the time being...

15 May, 2007 21:15  
Blogger magiceye said...

''she smiles when i come.
there can be joy at such places
light in darkness.''
exactly the reason for living!

16 May, 2007 22:12  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you.

glad to hear that your mother is fine. you must be one anxious lady at that time.

you're right. despite her disability, she's one optimistic woman.

16 May, 2007 23:11  
Anonymous gel said...

those images and odors linger on-
been on several ends of the hospital situation:
as professional,
as patient,
and as friend, relative, or spouse of someone in the hospital
I don't think your muse is lost.

22 May, 2007 12:42  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

hi gel,
thank you.
hope everything is fine with GEM, and he is recovering well.

this poem is an old work which i have posted earlier in this blog. :)

22 May, 2007 20:45  

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