Nana Ollerenshaw: Two Poems
Tribute
Someone out there
crossmatched
A, O, AB, or B,
has gifted me
the closest kind of intimacy,
unpaid,
not seeking recognition,
just wishing well.
I watch red drops
my heart in flood
for the unknown soldier
in my blood.
Nana Ollerenshaw
The Goodbye Woman
A hand of green bananas
would surely see her out.
She’d soon not be about,
her little life well rounded with a sleep.
She thanked her doctors
one by one,
her specialists and pharmacists
for all they’d said and done,
threw away her x-rays, pills,
her blood results, and files
past testament to
months and years of trials.
She wondered if each coffee
was her last
and finally, reluctantly,
she gave away her dog.
Her mobile phone demobilised,
she tidied up her home
took a breath
and said Goodbye
to all her friends and family,
but … didn’t die.
Confused, perplexed,
because she had this extra time
she thought she’d try
a cruise, deciding someone else
could choose
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