Poorly - Kay Medway
poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien
Poorly
Kay Medway
At Grandma's house,
lying on her settee by her brass trolley of menthol sweets
& my aunt's kitchen of warm barley water,
waiting for Mum's return with Lucozade,
comparing my neck brace,
I see that it matches my grandma's.
Nibbling at fruit sliced on plates Nan prepared,
biting into a giant orange
& counting the petals on the lampshade,
resting my arm after the blood test,
watching the morning television's credits.
At Grandma's house,
lying on her settee by her trolley of menthol sweets,
remembering my aunt's kitchen of warm barley water,
waiting for Mum's return with Lucozade.
