Good Bye, P.W. Brown
The Tiny Dancer tripped down
the Yellow Brick road.
She took the route
to the Golden City.
I’ll always have our trips.
Chicago by train,
King’s Island with dad,
south to Florida with Pete,
and surprise, Hawaii.
We sure did get around
for once having lived
on a Dead End Street.
She always said,
Chin Up,
when faced with uncertainty
I can hear her now
because I certainly do miss her.
February 3, 2012
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Sarasota Memorial Hospital
From the moment I arrived at the E.R. I knew
that’s where I should be.
The best care to be given,
they were all kind to me.
The transporter’s who take you
from and to your room after a test is done
get little recognition of the miles
they walk each day.
When I arrived at my room, #783A,
I stepped into a world of love
that I could not believe.
My beautiful, wonderful nurses¾
my gratitude is unending.
They crawled right into my heart.
We had a love connection from the very start.
Tracy & Lisa, you’re the song birds I sing to.
With all the love you bring,
the server’s from the kitchen
were a wonderful crew,
sweet and wonderful,
God Bless you.
Patricia Brown
January 8, 2012
