The beeps of the carers clocking in and out,
Hushed voices, an occasional shout
From next door’s builders. The bed
Whirrs from time to time. A robin sings.
Planes go over, heading to the airport
Or from there to faraway places.
The CD of resonating music plays on,
The landing clock chimes the passing hours.
I sit,
Measuring time by the gaps in his breathing.
( March 2014)
Jo Hansen 