Poem -
Bed Sore
my favourite
crisp white sheets
cool and inviting
save me, crisp white sheets
Egyptian cotton
not cheap Flannelette
crumpled and stained
with blood..
is what I got..
but still I saw
crisp white sheets
because I see with my heart
it's a flaw I don't regret
.
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Hi Pauline, you have a positive outlook in this poem, seeing with your heart and not just what's on the surface is what we should all do...It would be nice if the world could all see this way
lorna
Xxx
thanks Lorna..hospital corners though..I ended up with hospital corners ...xx ha ha
AHH...that would drive me insane...I'd prefer to just tuck in and hope haha xxx
ha ha ha ...tuck in...I don't like restraints..or do I ?..hmmm