I wrote this years ago, after a long hospital stay. You never truly appreciate simple things until you've been deprived of them. Just a warm breeze on your skin, a kiss from your child, the light flickering through leaves on the table, gives more joy than I could possibly explain.
Fire flickers, Dave,
Sinatra ears and Chablis ice lips
Purple Haze, nowhere to be.
Slade & chestnuts, Christmas shopping, scented trees and Dad's beef stew.
Aloof cat, (loves me really)
Colour! Scarlet! Azure blue!
My Red Bed!
My Golden Seaside
Comfort and presents and diamonds.
Food, friends and free will.
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Utterly helpless to In Control
Horribly frightened Quietly Calm
Truly alone to Wrapped up in loveliness
Six year old child to Entrepreneur
"Needs to be sectioned" to "Wow, look at her!"
Starchy linen to Fake Fur
Deprived to Spoilt
Prose into Rhyme
Bursting with life after thinking I'd die.