Tonsillectomy Circa 1950
Poem By Alison Cassidy
A little girl with curly hair and a white face
A box of toys to be opened 'afterwards'
Two stern nurses in crisp white uniforms
with crisp white voices and disinfected hands
Lying on a narrow hospital bed
Trying to sleep without sucking her thumb
The embarrassment of a soapy enema
and not enough time to get to the toilet
The sweet suffocating smell of ether
She thought she was going to die...
Waking up with a throat of hot needles
and a fierce determination not to cry
Seven long days of pain and loneliness
and the niggling fear of abandonment
A tearful reunion with Mummy and Daddy
who believed they were doing the right thing.