As I look up at your portrait
On this 14th day of May
I fond recall our first date
and that trip across the Bay
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You were tying up your laces
Stooping, in a gingham frock
I had crept up close behind you
and put my hand inside your smock
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You were startled for a moment
then you saw my smiling face
I apologised profusely
And you

1 Then we dined

2 we talked

3 Surgeon in-waiting

4 Back to my place
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As I look up at your portrait
The tears begin to slip
I remember in the bathroom
When you tripped and broke your hip
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I had lifted you so carefully
and placed you on the bed
I then reassured you calmly
tho i usually got paid

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How with care and skill I tried to
re-articulate the shin
But your cries of pain upset me
as I forced the femur in.
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How you screamed as I tried harder
To relieve – I tried a flick
I abducted and adducted
But the femur would not click !
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As I look upon your portrait
On this 14th day of May,
I fond recall our first date
And that trip across the bay
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Quite exhausted, I had sat down
Read a book on How To mate
But you kept on screaming louder
And I could not concentrate
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But I persevered, and somehow
made the left hip fit just right;
And I brought you to the bedside
Lay you down and held you tight.
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How you whimpered in confusion
As I swore undying love;
You were brave; you were unflinching
When I used the rubber glove.
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I look up at your portrait
On each 14th day of May
And recall our first encounter
As we met across the Bay
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In the morning after breakfast
(Marmalade on toast I think)
As you murmured “Get the doctor!”
I said sure, but first, a drink
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Then we found out sometime later
That BOTH hips had been displaced
That your kneecaps were much higher/
And were now around your waist
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How we laughed (well I did, sweetheart )
When we saw that overnight
Both your feet had been inverted
And had turned a pallid white.
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Your eyes were turning inward
your teeth were on your chest
Your mouth agape in wonder
(You did not look your best!)
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How I managed to make love dear
On that second night and third
I will never know my darling
But it shows how much I cared
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As I looked up at your portrait
On each 14th day of May
I recall our first encounter
On that trip across the Bay
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On the Friday I remember
cutting through
(the knife was blunt)
Your hips were separated
And your ass brought round the front
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Your face was such a picture
As I tried to shape the tib
To repair the pelvic girdle
I attached a floating rib
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As the morning sun awoke me
I arose and changed my vest
Cleanliness is next to godliness
We must try to look our best
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Then I dressed you (you were sleeping)
And I placed you in a bag
I drove you to the hospital
On the roof-rack ~ name on tag
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As I looked up at your portrait
On each 14th day of May
I recall our first encounter
On that trip across the Bay
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Now you’re in an Institution
And my sentence is half done
You are 
chewing on your duvet
How I miss the endless fun
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As I look upon your portrait
On this 14th day of May
I do fond recall our first date
And now miss that joyous day !

Burnt

I am an Amateur Gynaecologist with a love of Maidenhair Ferns and a fondness for interpreting Vermeer's Paintings as Metaphors ...

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