587 - Together through thin

Another day mothering my mother…
But its nice to repay that oldest debt.
I’m getting help in this task from brother
And from sister, reducing her upset,
Encouraging her, helping interpret
The coded words of medics that she hears
Through echoing corridors of regret
And harshly lit operating theatres
In which we, untrained surgeons, stitch her fears
With words and looks, even hugs, as other
Family, with issues that they can’t forget,
Hide old resentments, do their best to cheer.
Mysterious old wounds, undercover,
Fester though doctor’s targets are all met.
Sun 13 Apr 2008