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III Informed

By Yvonne Forbes-Wright

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Copyright © 2010 Yvonne Forbes-Wright
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ISBN: 978-1-4520-9854-8

Chapter One

    The SAS

    The SAS came to visit me today, secretive and soldiers they are not
    Kind and caring people, good listening ears they have not
    I was very touched when Simon said a prayer for me; it helped as I felt
    that no-one cared
    Sylvia gave me a pretty 'Get Well' card as well signed by Ursula, herself
    and Simon the Laird
    I bet he'd look pretty good in a kilt, that's what he reminds me of being
    a tall and pretty sturdy lad
    But would it immediately turn into a natural womanising cad?
    His dainty co-worker Sylvia is sweet and when she appeared it brought
    a tear to my eye
    I didn't think I'd ever see either of them again, this so much pain I was
    expecting to die
    Thank goodness we don't know what's around the corner, I reckon I'm
    already going around the bend
    I'm just lying here thinking to myself myself, will all this pain and
    misfortune ever end?


    What's SAS

    Simon and Sylvia came to visit me today, it cheered me up to no end
    Being here in hospital uninformed, unwell it's driving me round the
    bend
    They are two very special people, one tall the other kinda small
    Useful informers, real good listeners and I've seen no bad temper at
    all
    I respect their caring nature, how they give you the time of day
    Two special hearts I think I'm very fortunate to have such friends nay
    I say
    I hope we'll always keep in touch, no matter where I am
    God or fate I believe lead the path to our meeting, it wasn't an encounter
    on a tram
    Silver makes me think of silver, the name Simon brings to the mind
    Paul
    I'm a lover of Paul Simon's music, silver my favourite metal, does it
    sound if I'm craving at all?
    No, I'm just expressing my thoughts and feelings; in verse it's easier
    for me
    It's either that or via music, playing songs like 'Let It Be'
    So the letters SAS can stand for many things, sensitive and sweet lust
    like friends
    The typical type to help build strength and give support, right u until
    and after your illness ends
    I really do look on them as special and sincere, guaranteed to smile that
    may entice a tear
    No doubt they've also had problems in one way or another
    Trying to help to help and listen to your problems to them doesn't seem
    to be a bother


    From The Soul

    Poetry is food from the soul
    Being stored in the heart and mind
    Varying from sad expensive thoughts
    But some also loving, very kind
    We often find it hard to say what we want
    So we store them in our hurting store
    I express my feelings via poetry and music
    Who could really want more?
    Of course I've declared my feelings to people
    But they just can't always be there
    Sadly I've lost many through bereavement
    When you loved, not easy to bear
    Many they say forgive and forget
    But that just can't always be
    Some actions really can't be forgiven
    Many times it has happened to me


    Words From Bed 23

    Draculas Daughter came to get me again
    I've lost control of how many times
    This stay in the hospital has been rather depressing
    Everyday kind of like another of life's climbs
    Needless, needless, needless too many
    My arms are ridden with holes
    Oh my hand as well, I forgot about them
    I wish I was out there, working on my goals
    It would be really nice, to get a pussy cat again
    To keep me company day and specially at night
    When I get home I'll see if Apache is still there
    I think he's a stray that wouldn't put a fight
    I'm still feeling a bit weak, but mentally strong
    I guess I'll swallow my pride, go with the flow
    Try to make the best use of the next life drama
    I'm anxious to know which way the story will go
    I've loved and lost, lost and loved
    Given away much of my heart
    I truly didn't believe my relationship would fail
    Not for a moment did I think he would part
    I pray my bone heal and won't take too long
    Six weeks endurance, so the medical experts say
    Force myself to rest, that I really must do
    Tolerant what seem to be everlasting days?


    Spending V days at King Georges

    I'm spending this year's Valentines Day at what I call the King George
    Motel
    Bacon and eggs for breakfast? No, that's something you can't really
    smell
    I'll just enjoy my Bran Flakes and maybe some bread and Jam
    Look forward to getting home and cooking an omelette made of cheese
    and ham
    With a nice hot piece of toast and marg. With a fresh brewed cup of
    tea
    By then I hope to be feeling sprightlier with a healed head mouth and
    knee
    On a Sunday I look forward to slow pleasant walks in the park
    Making sure I don't stay out too late and avoid getting lost in the dark
    Many in here are bearing their pains well and wishing each other Happy
    Valentines Day
    A card arriving, an unexpected...