Paramedics

Mist shrouds the Rokeby hills as rain falls now
On nearby rooftops, as I choose to rest,
Reflecting on my health, recalling how
I faltered when pneumonia manifest.
Gasping for breath, feeling panicky, scared.
I’d traveled this road many times before,
But never really seem to be prepared.
Three paramedics entered my bedroom door.
Caring, competent, young women set about
Making their assessment of my condition,
Deciding that for me there was no doubt
I’d go to hospital for admission.
Frontline, all hours, all days, for the duration,
Paramedics have my admiration.

Bill Edmunds
October 2021
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