Last week I spent a lot of time in a hospital, most of it waiting, with a friend. I fell behind on many things as a result, but I’m pleased to have found something to show for all those hours.
On the ward at Mercy Hospital
They believe they are caring for you as they attend the fading
needs of your body, wash you, move your hollowed
limbs. But in truth, it is you who ministers
to them: you are translucent, radiant with grace that streams through
your papery skin to bathe them where they stand, sheltered
beneath the powerful sweep of your wings.
The Daily Compost 
Beautifully captured, and then released like a butterfly!
Thank you! That’s a lovely description of a poem, and a poem in itself.
Sounds as if you had a sad but meaningful time there, and how great that you wrote a poem to your friend!
There’s much material for writing to be found at a hospital, but I wouldn’t go so far as to recommend it. Slipping into writer’s awareness helped pass the time and provided a little distraction from the stressful circumstances that brought me there. Thank you for your kind comment!
Oh, Jennifer, this is so beautiful and you’ve captured it so well. I’ve been there . . . exactly. So sorry about your need to be waiting at the hospital.
Thank you, Luanne. I was reminded of the way my grandmother looked in her last days, how she seemed to glow from within. My friend came home from the hospital and is recovering, but the image made a strong impression in my mind.
Yes, that’s exactly how it is. I’m so glad your friend is recovering!