Nana Ollerenshaw: Three Poems
The Teacher’s Aide
Warm, encompassing, but wise
to the ways of kids,
anything but distant
anything but slack,
“You can do it, Jack,” she said.
Ambitious for the best
the kids can do,
she asks them what they think,
wants to know what’s in the story,
brings them to the brink
of confidence.
A perfect reader Sophie’s brother
but doesn’t comprehend a word,
who, where, why and when?
What good is one without the other?
Sound the letters, let them flow,
if stuck come back again, another go.
A child struggles word by word
and finally learns the tools,
the flush of reading books alone!
“Hey mate, you sound great,” she said,
“a sticker for your sticker book,
a sticker to take home.”
Nana Ollerenshaw
Anaesthetic
Clocks don’t stop.
Only the brain
fools with time
under medic anaesthetic.
Fear I’ve no control
the anaesthetist gently holds my soul.
It’s not like sleep or even coma.
The planet turns without me.
I’m in the Nothing
I imagine death to be
or in the void before conception.
So when my life comes back
operation done
I don’t remember it had gone.
They didn’t see.
The staff are wrong.
Nana Ollerenshaw
Treatment Stopped
My body now
its own defence
to show what it can do.
Chemotherapy withdrawn,
infusion, poles, recliners,
the drawback curtains gone.
All the hours run
the body sensing what’s to come,
to and from the city
done.
I come back to view:
“the night-side of a life,”
“the sure extinction that we travel to,”
postponed.
Nana Ollerenshaw
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