In the hallway <br />of St. Theresa's ward <br />his six foot four frame <br />stepped slowly, <br />aimlessly <br /> <br />'you all right? ' <br />a patient asked <br />he stopped- <br />'My mother has just died' <br />said he, <br /> <br />matter of factly, <br />slowly, <br />strongly, <br />it was the first time he'd <br />ever said the phrase <br /> <br />one by one we rose <br />to hug him <br />automatically, wordlessly <br />'you only have one mother' he said <br />going up the hallway. <br /> <br />A country man <br />in his intimate, yet <br />universal moment <br />shared with strangers <br />from the city <br /> <br />his composure, <br />his quiet pain, <br />the far away look <br />in his tear flashed stare <br />will stay with me- <br />a frozen snapshot <br />in the album of memory<br /><br />Theresa Daly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/st-theresa-s/
