Healing - to Dave

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By Ray Schaufeld

Thu, 29 Sep 2022
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Healing is the better part of dealing

 

It is nearly 4am

I have a stinking cold.

 

I pull myself out of my pit.

I light the gas

I brew up a cuppa.

 

I add milk and sugar.

 

Then I go to my toilet.

 

I pick up my cardboard box containing Night Nurse

I take out the bottle

That I bought

Over the counter

From the helpful assistant

at my local branch

Of Boots.

 

I unscrew the childproof lid

I pour myself a measure

Of the wintergreen syrup.

 

I swallow the magic contents.

 

(and I drink to the joint practice

Of 

Doctor Barker and Doctor Ware

When I was young.

 

And I drink to their ancestors

who sold stuff out of bottles)

 

How good they were

How very good they are

 

'Drink this', they say.

'It will heal you.'

 

 

 

Certificate 12
Poem
Lost and found
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by marandina on

Oh that Night Nurse stuff is the stuff of legend. It's knocked me out at night before. Raised glasses to the doctors even if there's more complicated prescriptions to write. Enjoyed the poem/story. Keep well. Paul 

 

Submitted by celticman on

healing is always magical. A bit like poetry. 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

so Alice did.

 

Good poem, well done.

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Ewan on

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Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I hope you don't have this horrid cold at the moment, and if you do, that you are better soon

 

ps just read what Ewan said, that it is about Dave in Ugly Puggly!

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Congratulations Ray - and I hope you feel better soon xx

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Marandina, Celticman, Ewan thank you for your friendly feedback.

Thank you editors for the golden cherries!

This poem was one that I wrote very rapidly. I had a flesh and blood person in my mind at the time and then I was imagining some sort of past ancestry.

When I was growing up in Wembley Park, Doctor Derek Charles Barker and Doctor Ware were real General Practitioners at my local surgery.

My poem has a deliberate 'dodgy' quality to it but I also mean it in a good way.

when we go to our Gp's surgery there is an element of faith involved.

we are leaving the comfort of our home and going to see the medicine person.

That person is entering a 'script' for us on a National health computer.

We then go to the local chemist to collect our meds.

Unless we are scientists, what goes into the pills or the syrup is a complete and utter mystery.

I have no idea of how the process works.

In my experience and opinion the essential process has not changed.

It is about a person who is willing to give and a person who is willing to receive.

And there is a whole load of stuff in the middle and some of the process is timeless.

Thank you for reading my poem.

BTW my cold is almost cleared

xxRay