City Hospitals


I went to a hospital in a city once.
As I sat waiting on my grandmother,
I saw a man with one of those
collars that some receive from smoking
walk in with a man that had a prosthetic leg.
During my time there,
I also met a nurse who had a baby with her.
There too was a 93 year old man
(He mentioned his date of birth aloud.)
whom wore a green clover sticker.
Did I mention that it was Saint Patrick's Day?
When we began to leave the hospital,
I saw a woman bald with a cap.
She was beautiful and I assume she had cancer.
She was latching to the arm of the man who was with her.
When we exited the building to return to the parking lot,
I turned and saw a man in a wheel chair
with scars on his face.
Never had I seen a place where staff must work so quickly
that consisted of such courageous,
unafraid,
beautiful people.
And I admire them all,
including my grandma.

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