A Dark, Empty Tunnel
Every now and then, lights glow fire-fly like,
Guiding our feet.
The people in this place project this light
And family and friends,
Their love and compassion
Floods the unknown
with an inner glow that guides us.
But the best of all,
As we find our way through care,
Is the shining light we share
As we find the way to say
Farewell, for now.
(written by Liz spring 22 after being hospitalised she was recuperating in Mountbatten)