Prompt from Writer's Island: whimisicality
She changed into one of those
blue and white patterned gowns
that never really flatters anyone,
took off her glasses and jewelry
and gave them to her husband for
safekeeping during surgery.
She pulled back the curtain and
five of us hovered around her
like bees swarming on a flower,
taking her temperature and
checking her medications and
inserting an IV line in her arm.
She lay there stripped of her
name, just another patient
for us to prep, but she held on
to her identity, wiggling her
toes and proudly flaunting
her bright green fuzzy socks.
(inspired by a true-to-life experience and one of my own personal whimsies)