Snapshots

Snapshots snatched
in a fast moving life;
I am trying to catch
the details -
A girl in black and white,
cigarette alight,
turns round to glare,
moody at my pensive stare.
I am warned
and drift my eyes,
lazy to some other sight;
but humans shrink
within shell walls
fearful of social calls.

Children giggling, gurgling,
gathering
precious minutes of play,
are sweet sunny snapshots
of time snatched away.

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This is a poem of Shaista's that was published on poetry.com a little while ago, so I thought I'd share it. Aside from everything else, fevers flare sporadically, various feeds continue, surgical sites haven't stopped hurting yet, and there's a lot of bruising from the myriad punctures of needles; the worst of which appears to be daily wharfarin injections straight into the stomach. The pain from these radiates out from point of injection all the way through the body as it works to thin the blood and prevent further clotting. In Shaista's case the bruising then persists, to make the next one even more painful. Nevertheless, we're seeing snaphots of brightness amidst the gloom and things are looking up a little. Hopefully she'll be back to dictating her own posts very soon. Keep writing in. Thanks. Rizwan