A Christmas Poem.

Here is a Christmas poem, for you.

Christmas Box.

I fill a Christmas box
With things I want to share.
First in goes love,
Wrapped in an angels’ wing.
Then there is peace
Tied up with a ribbon of diplomacy.

Then I add prosperity
laid in a cup of common-sense
And medicine,
folded into a nurses uniform.
I put in compassion,
in pieces small enough

to place in your heart
And understanding sweetened
with sympathy so that
You may eat of it and
feel it from within.
Next comes empathy.

Enough to share with others.
Then joy to lighten the darkest day.
And hope in a dish
that never will be found empty,
Wrapped in a cloth of strength
to get you through the worst times.

There is magic too. Just a pinch.
To make one small thing happen-
By reading this,
you have opened the box
And all those things inside it
now belong to you.



Wishing you all the very best at Christmas and for the New Year.

Love and Peace to all
From Miki Byrne.

The Pneumonia Journal.

My time being ill with Phenomenon, plus the stay in hospital has resulted in 25 short poems that reflect how I felt. They are not depressing. I've tried to maintain good humour and a sense of optimism. Some are quite dark but I think that is to be expected. I also found drug induced feelings were quite interesting. A bit like being a Hippy again and on a quest for mind expansion. When I have edited the poems I shall put a few on here. In the meantime, to anyone reading this, Have a great Christmas and New Year. Love and peace to all. Miki.x

A confusing time.

I haven't written this blog since about the middle of November. I developed Pneumonia which has lasted till now and Is still making itself felt. My knee replacement operation was cancelled. Yesterday I saw my chest specialist at Cheltenham General. His opinion was that I still have a severe infection in my lungs and should be admitted to hospital for ten days to receive intra-venous antibiotics. I baulked at the ten day stay as it brings me right to Christmas and I have things to do, plus, I don't want to leave Harry for that length of time. It's possible that a shorter course might do the trick but I don't know till I start it. Since yesterday morning then , I have been waiting for a phone call that hasn't happened. I'm stuck to the house because of it and I can't pack half of the things I need because things like my drugs (many and varied) and my toiletries are needed every day anyway. Following after the confusing, inconvenient and discourteous way my knee op was cancelled I feel that this wait is too annoying for words. I can guarantee that when someone does call it will be couched in urgent terms and they will expect me to jump into action. Also, this is going to cost a fortune for Harry to visit me in Cheltenham and to park at the hospital. This is so stressful . On top of feeling ill in the first place. I do wish that the NHS was structured to include a little basic courtesy to patients. I am sick of medical appointments, brusque Doctors, lack of information and the whole dismissive-de-humanising ethos that is prevalent in the NHS today. Yes. It's a great institution. I appreciate that and all the the good people who do their best but right now I am seriously fed up with the whole thing. The only good thing to happen is that I have written a sequence of poems, about 16 in all, while I have been ill. When they are edited I shall put a few on this blog. I'm just contemplating phoning my chest specialists secretary to see if I can glean any information but I'm not holding my breath.