A year ago, <br />the surgeon <br />(in the coolest glasses <br />and Armani suit) <br />said he’d ring <br />the moment he was done. <br /> <br />A year ago, <br />the patient, <br />shaved and gowned and terrified, <br />clasped my face, <br />as they trolleyed him <br />through the grim green doors. <br /> <br />A year ago, <br />the children <br />danced my heart out <br />and helped me still my silly mind, <br />as the obstinate hours <br />tick tick ticked <br />tick tick tocked. <br /> <br />A year ago, <br />the phone <br />refused to ring - <br />and six <br />and seven <br />and eight <br />went dawdling by. <br /> <br />A year ago, <br />I rang <br />Intensive Care <br />and heard the words <br />that sent my heart a-thumping <br />with relief. <br /> <br />I wonder if the surgeon <br />(in the coolest glasses <br />and Armani suit) <br />knew how much <br />his silence mattered.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twelve-months-on/
