I'm a bit anxious about this project, I don't know how long it will take, but I think it's something I feel compelled to try.
Thanks as always for your thoughts.
Physio
The clapping under my arms,
my back,
my chest,
is relentless.
“The
infection was really severe” she says
The
clapping is percussive, and I close my eyes
The
rhythm is somehow soothing, then I ready myself
my
position is crucial to make the procedure effective,
to
loosen the secretions caused by the infection.
“That's
it” she says
“You're
doing a good job”
Clap...
Cough...
and
the cup below becomes stained with Green spit
Each
cough removes just a little bit more.
It's
been weeks since I started,
I
hope it's nearly all gone.
Soon
Dad
is in the waiting room.
He
sits very still, staring at the space
between
himself and the door.
I
tried to bring him round.
“How's
Mum” I ask,
“The Same” he says
it
was a silly question really
“I
wish I could see her” I say
“You
will soon” He says
“As
soon as you are better
as
soon as your chest has cleared.
Soon...
I promise.”
Every morning is the
same,
I get up and come
out of my bedroom to be embraced by silence,
before I hear
“Get
ready for school” shouted from the kitchen,
as the sound of a
plate
smashing on the
floor
fills the air.
It's hard for my
dad,
he's not used to
being a parent.
Always home late.
Always away...
