Fan blades whir above me.
I can see them through the netting
that covers the top of my crib. (Earliest memory)
The sound and vibrations are comforting, and I am quieted.
There are others here, but they have yet to
discover the soothing wafts of redirected wind,
for still they wail.
We are left in the care of strangers as our bodies
heal from whatever ails us.
Parents were not allowed to stay with their babies
under hospital care back then.
Wind, directed, redirected, or otherwise…mostly otherwise,
is still wildly soothing to this tired heart.
Perhaps it all started with my earliest cognitive recollection
in a room full of crying babies in the care of nurses we didn’t know?
Copyright Dani Heart
6/17/2015
The nurseries of today are definitely different from the nurseries of yesterday. So much more parental involvement now. Better healing for the babies to be held in loving arms. 🙂
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I think hospitals in general are much different. They are way more lax with visitors as long and they are helpful and not disruptive. It is better for the patients I think. Loving arms indeed. 🙂
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Yes, visiting hours don’t really exist for family members anymore.
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So much has changed for hospitals. Most for the good. I was a bit sad reading your poem but still a very good read. Thanks for sharing.
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Sadly, I have so many sad stories from the past, but the good thing is I am making lots and lots of happy ones now. Thank you sweet Cindy for commenting. xoxoxoxox
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Great post, great words. Make more happy words …
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Thank you Cecilia for visiting and commenting. I will do my best to make more happy words. 🙂
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This was beautiful Dani, a great read.
Ash
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Thank you Ash. Welcome. 🙂
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