Sanctuary

by Harry

I walk into a building which is very quite

nothing out of the ordinary to me

but surprising for what it’s used for

a home for the mentally ill and

both mentally and physically ill

i go on my journey to start a job

Jimmy shouts hello Harry

I wave and say good morning Jimmy

Christine sits with her doll on her knee

feeding it with a toy bottle of milk

i’ll get no talk out of her to-day

Robert in his wheel chair greets me

and asks what I’m doing to-day

I tell him and he follows me to see

Helen is still in bed, maybe she will get up,

maybe not, no work in her room to-day

Mary still walks about with an arm full of books

asking for her auntie Joan ( deceased )

and also asking what’s for dinner

a few residents are out for the day at

lessons, therapy one has gone swimming

I like it here, I like the residents even

if they can not communicate with me

but at the end of the day as the saying goes

there but for the grace of God go I

4 Comments to “Sanctuary”

  1. Liked it even more upon my second reading. Well done, Harry . . .

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