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)