I Am Going Home

>This is a poem I wrote on my daughter’s Facebook page in November 2015. I had just been discharged from Ipswich Hospital after an operation on my back. Movement was nigh impossible, but manageable with the use of certain painkillers. Although I did manage the physiotherapists step test in hospital in readiness for my discharge, movement on leaving the hospital was painfully difficult to say the least. I am going home today. I’m going home today. From daughter's house, where I did stay. Once I slept all night and day. Lazy person! Did someone say? Guess I was that night and day.; So thank you Nicole Harris for treating me like royalty. Although I do remember me, making you, one, nice cup of tea. Sadly, that did not make up for, all what you did for me. Now all that read this here can see, me really truly thanking thee. For looking after your dad me and for nice decaff coffee. Breakfasts, dinners and lunches too, all these meals I got from you. Now off home I do go, I’ll turn on my microwave and so. As I remove my meal to eat, I'll no doubt drop it on my feet. Kat I’m sure will help me out, and eat the whole lot up no doubt. I Actually did write this, whilst lying in bed at my daughter’s house. And it is a factual poem. I seem to find my only active Brain Cell, demands I write what I feel, when I sense it. Otherwise that moment and hence the poetic vision is lost completely. I think it is Poetic Dragon. You just concentrate on writing, what I say, thank you. And now, you can go to sleep. Another copy and paste success. May I take the remaining few characters to wish mothers everywhere:- 'A very Happy Mother's day.' I wish I had a mother, I really mean it too. As I have now lost all four. I hope they are all in heaven. And if I live my life well. I'll see them all in paradise, As will not go down to hell. But if I do I will not worry. As all my friends no longer here. Will be up there as well. And on that note of friendless. I now will say farewell. <