Doctor's Day
MY BLUE IS NOT YOUR BLUE Your blue is the clear sky Or the waves of the calming seas. Your blue is someone's mesmerising eyes Or perhaps the winter breeze. My blue is my second skin My work wear, my prickly scrubs. My blue is on the desktop screens At the doctors' & nurses' hubs. My blue flows through my pens And scribbles medicines on charts. My blue is the gloves, the needles The syringes and the plastic carts. Your red is not my red. Your red is a garden of roses in bloom Or the carpet that your film stars walk. Your red is the dress you wear Or the lips that glow when you talk. My red is blood that flows out Through the arteries and the veins Or the red lights, the alarms and bleeps Of monitors or ambulance vans. My red is the pricks and scars The bruises and the bumps I get As I try to save the breaths Of strangers that I had never met. Your white is not my white. Your white is a wedding gown Or the marvels of the snow. Your white is a scoop of icecream Or pe...