I'm a bit anxious about this project, I don't know how long it will take, but I think it's something I feel compelled to try.
Thanks as always for your thoughts.
The clapping under my arms,
“The infection was really severe” she says
The clapping is percussive, and I close my eyes
The rhythm is somehow soothing, then I ready myself
my position is crucial to make the procedure effective,
to loosen the secretions caused by the infection.
“That's it” she says
“You're doing a good job”
and the cup below becomes stained with Green spit
Each cough removes just a little bit more.
It's been weeks since I started,
I hope it's nearly all gone.
Dad is in the waiting room.
He sits very still, staring at the space
between himself and the door.
I tried to bring him round.
“How's Mum” I ask,
“The Same” he says
it was a silly question really
“I wish I could see her” I say
“You will soon” He says
“As soon as you are better
as soon as your chest has cleared.
Soon... I promise.”
Every morning is the same,
I get up and come out of my bedroom to be embraced by silence,
before I hear
“Get ready for school” shouted from the kitchen,
as the sound of a plate
smashing on the floor
fills the air.
It's hard for my dad,
he's not used to being a parent.
Always home late.