Poetry from the hospital;
“Stick by twig
my nest is pulled away,
As love, the mother eagle
has her way
All that keeps me safe-
built e’er so high,
must go
for she would have me fly.
Still, seed I am
the soil is ever high
mine the cross, the grave
the sky”
Mark 111 Version Jan 21, 2013
By ” I ”
a patient at the Big Blue Chair art program
at CancerCare Manitoba.
