On A Bright White Beach

To my great chagrin I have to admit
the only person who made use of
Tiaan’s hospital bed was I, the sorely
tried mother, when hubby found my
black humour and attempts to look at
the bright side less than savoury

I gave up and stretched out for a needed
rest in that emergency room where people
with short-cropped hair walked up and down
while all the rest stood about, looking forlorn
and staring into the distance - I am sure I
did the looking forlorn extremely well

In the X-ray department I paged through two
magazines intended to alleviate the boredom
of a rich, bored, pampered, idiotic woman
with so much time on her hands that she
crochets covers for her water tumblers
embroiders her handbag

Pasting beads and gift paper on tissue boxes
and wastepaper baskets, makes idiotic dishes
for superficial friends who arrive en masse
and hang around on a windowed terrace
looking out on a bright white beach, men
wearing blinding white suits

All hanging around sipping blue concoctions
that look extremely unpleasant and suspicious!