On Day +2 I was moved into a private room, and on Day +3 I wrote this poem.
I watch it against the deep blue sky
And the austere structure of the Stanford hospital and clinic.
What opposites —
But how they both exist to create such life force.
A cherry tree,
hovers below the canopy of the green beauty,
With cherry blossoms lightly dancing in the sunlight
as the hummingbirds play quickly in their wake.
Beautiful flowers of white, pink, yellow and blue fill the garden
as I peer out my hospital window …
But I will be there, dancing in the garden too
With the trees, the cherries, the flowers… And my dreams come true.
By Deborah Hubsmith