Full of Beans

Full of beans - And biscuits too she was, Giving 'animated' New meaning altogether. All motion, all chat, Showering crumbs and care Across the ward. Alive enough for all of us, Cancer be damned, As if it would bounce right off her And dare not try to return. I was watching her As the drops came sliding down At an angle this time, One at a time, taking their time - No need to rush As the machine became a metronome, Tick tock tick, Sliding down into me, Doing what they were meant to do, And good at it too; So much so They had a hard time Finding the tumour After the CT scan - Now that's nice. And across the ward, The dear, full still of beans and biscuits, Reanimates all of us, Smiles edging out Our worries and fears.