She sits there anxious, eyes dark <br />and sunken, reflecting heart. <br />Not much to say as the days pass by; <br />they do not talk that much at home, <br />his hearing aid often switched on, but low. <br />After more than one week of visiting hours <br />three to five then six to eight and not one day <br />was she late; to say very little, <br />'what did you have for breakfast, <br />have they given you your medicine, <br />what did the doctor say today. <br />When will you come home' <br /> <br />They discuss the holiday they had planned <br />in three weeks time but, <br />she had not really wanted to go <br />not liking flying and concerned about her health, <br />and now he lay in the hospital bed. <br />'Well' he says 'perhaps we could change the date <br />to September, it shouldn't be too hot in September.' <br />Anything you want she thinks, <br />I just want you back home, you could finish <br />painting the gnomes while I make some tea.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-visiting-2/
