Handover Christmas Eve

 

It has been a busy day

Busier than the supermarkets

Where people leave behind

Empty shelves

Like unfulfilled expectations

Whenever festive season comes around

 

It is cosy

At least in here

 

First patient

Young girl

Appendictis, consented, booked, laparoscopic please

Aspiring to be a model

 

Lonely lady mid fifties

Abdominal pain, non-specific, obese

Needs to learn the season’s spirit of sharing

 

The log fire crackles

Stockings by the
hearth

 

Trauma call at twenty to two

Young man tail gating, high speed,

Destination; ITU

Family concerned, news sinking slowly

 

Elderly lady

Dementic, fell down the stairs, stable

Believes in ghost of Christmas present

Unsure of the past

 

Mrs Terantino (not pulp fiction fame) returns,

 

Young lass, with the fairies

Opiates are magic

 

Smoker, unkempt

Peripheral vascular disease

Limbs colder than the weather outside

 

Do you think it will be
white?

The Christmas 

 

Our Mr J,

Hernia reduced, comfortable

Looking forward to a Christmas dinner

 

Lights on the Christmas
tree brightly glow

In the distance the
sound of carols grow

 

 

Last but not the least

GP’s call, cry wolf

Non leaking Abdominal aortic aneurysm

 

 

Turkey in the oven

Mistletoe and wine

 

Its quiet outside

Did anyone hear?

 

First flakes of snow 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A few lines composed on the eve of Christmas at the surgical handover

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A BEAUTIFUL COMPOSITION

They art with which you combine your medical role with your poetic heart and soul....it is indeed a rare gift of God Almighty. Not everyone can do this. I read this poem with more attention and seriousness tonight and believe me it has moved me a lot. MashaAllah. I wish you all the best my dear friend.


Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.

Pen name:Emmenay.

Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7

Initials: M.N. Ahmed.