What can I say? My aunt is back in hospital, Having Decided falling is the way forward, Ninety- Seven years Old, Regular seat in the waiting room, What can I say? On the third floor there is a fine view of Bristol, Know the view- well by now, Several falls, five in all, feel like -banging my head on the wall, What can I say? No progress being made, She asks ' Where I'm I'? Emotions a little frayed today, Aunt repeats 'Where I'm I? Not sure it was a philosophical question. What can I say? Lady in next bed screaming for Fred, Nurses look stressed and half dead, Signs of cognitive decline are clear, Unlike the answers to the many questions. What can I say? Three days on, and everything is much worse, During my visit to her, she imagined at various times that she was in a queue in Woolworths, Hospitals are all about care, death and birth, Everyone is going to die, The end- game is hard for everyone, The end of life equations sum. Nothing seems to add up- feeling glum, What can I say?
