Author: Clive B Ringshall
Another spell in the hospital; I’m only seven and hospitals have become my real home. The odor that drifts all around is not just the smell of clean; but a smell that reaches down into the pit of your stomach then wells around churning your stomach acids into a frenzy like riding the waltzer at the fair.
------- Author's Notes -------
This was inspired by a memory from long ago,
Comments on this poem/writing:
|joyce ivy (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, October 15 2004, 04:38 pm|
Clive your story touched my heart..it is sad that it's true..But death is real as I have learned that in my life last month when I lost my mother on the 3rd and grandmother on the 30th...I have found out just how permanent death really is...Your story was very well written..and I did feel every teardrop that fell from you...for I felt them come from myself as I read your story..and thought of what it must have been like for you as a child..going through this experence...Best Regards...Very touching Clive...
|Clive (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, October 15 2004, 06:28 pm|
Thank you for feeling the pain that stays, I read your losses and truley feel your pain. Again thank you for taking the time to read
|Terrie* (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, October 16 2004, 12:10 am|
i read and felt everty tear that fell, each one had something special to share i stepped into the world you once knew did this for myself, to better understand death seemed so final but have learned the insights of breathing the beauty in a life that makes an exit as a new life that has come to be they both touch our souls spending the last preciouis moments with another life that will soon take on their last breath has it's rewards..as much as being present for a new birth i've tasted my many tears over my years thank you for the tender touch of your bare heart
|Clive (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, October 16 2004, 02:39 am|
Your comments touch my soul, as ever I feel you near, Thank you for your words of choice, Thank you Terrie
|Aimee: ) (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, January 8 2005, 08:46 pm|
i love your poem it brought tears to my eyes! Im still a child now(14) and have only had 3 uncles & a grandad die! but i cant remember that or really remeber them as i was only young!!!your poem is really touching! i love it!
|Terrie* (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, January 8 2005, 09:53 pm|
this creation was not mine all though i am impressed to know that you thought highly of the thought that i could have. besides being a dear friend, Clive is also one of the best poets here you will ever find. and i agree w/you this brought tears to my heart as well psst Aimee, with you in the lead this gives me a chance to say. Clive, this is indeed very touching. for your words have touched the heart of Aimee's soul
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