This poem is a tribute to ‘Everything is going to be all right’ by Derek Mahon, one of my favourite poems. You can read the original here:
Hope visits like a shy friend, inviting me
to look past the pain, the
aching of arms and of legs.
There will be dying, he says, but not today, and
before that there will be life.
Time to take in the light which slips off walls
and to listen to the distant sea.
To see the sunset reflected in a glass.
I will do those things, his words tell me,
wrapping around me like a lover’s arm.
Everything is going to be alright.