Your song is a smile in the darkest night
A breath of fresh air in the morning light
Silent movements, a fluttering wing
A presence forever lingering
When I am weak and deep in need
You bring me courage and strength indeed
A tuneful chime, a delicate ring
That time I heard a Nightingale sing
In 1996 I wrote this on behalf of my Mother-in-Law Joan after her long stay in Basingstoke District Hospital. The nurses were so kind to her she asked me if I could write something as a 'thank-you'
