The Not-for-Burning Year

By Margaret Beston

 

Some memories will not burn
as easily as her ‘to do’ list or the receipt
for a sweater hardly worn – like the horrors
of that night: sirens, flashing lights, stretchers,
concerned faces peering down.

No flame can char the picture of Bethany,
the nurse who brought shampoo from home
to wash her blood-soaked hair, or Grace
who found extra pillows at midnight
to bolster up her back, and Esther – 
the student nurse who held her hand
as they wheeled her down for surgery.

In time she forgets the isolation of her room, 
hours spent immobile, fearful – remembers
instead the comforting sound of a distant train
reaching out to her through darkness,
unchanging tracks certain of their destination. 

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