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      Mama NHS

      Patricia is one of the participants in the production being directed and produced by Jeremy Weller as part of his residency ‘Where it Hurts’. A wide ranging group of individuals have come together to explore personal experiences of accessing NHS services.

      It is important to remember that art helps release feelings, helps them get some form - a picture, a text, a song - and tell a story or inner experiences. Thanks to art, we reflect, understand our own feelings, etc.; you can buy cheap articles and read more about the compensatory function of art.

      Mama NHS by Patrica Jeram

      If there ever was a presence
      So strong and yet so weak
      Strong in your love, care and compassion
      And weak in same nature
      It would be you Mama NHS

      If there ever was a presence
      So loved and yet so loathed
      Loved and appreciated by most
      Loathed and hated by a few
      It would be you Mama NHS

      From when mum and dad found out about me
      To when I was born and took my very first steps
      You were always here Mama NHS

      And when in childhood freedom
      Oblivious of danger I hurt myself
      When in adolescent stubbornness
      I fell off my bike and cracked my ribs
      You were here to nurse me Mama NHS

      When in adulthood I felt depressed and confused
      When in recklessness I damaged my body
      And blamed everyone for their part
      You were there Mama NHS

      When I cried out for help
      And finding none I jumped
      Hoping to put an end to the pain
      That was no longer a gain
      You were there to catch me and patch me Mama NHS

      When my pal Jimmy gave up waiting for a new liver, you magically provided one
      When my ma broke her hip
      You gave a her a new one
      What a miracle you are Mama NHS!

      But when my pal Amy got breast cancer, you turned her into a statistic and told her she had two years to live. That was insensitive Mama NHS

      And when my mate Jamie died from blood cancer
      And my aunt Nina died from heart attack
      All through no fault of theirs
      You stood by and did not save them Mama NHS

      When my partner died from a crash
      And my sweet little boy lost his wee limbs
      Never to play football or cycle again
      Why did you not reverse it all Mama NHS?

      When my neighbour and his partner wanted children,
      You helped them achieve their dream
      But when I turned to you to ask for same
      You said I was too old Mama NHS

      “Is there ever a limit to a mother’s generosity?” I ask you
      “Blame the politicians, they took my resources, my power and my love” you moan and groan
      “Well I say you’re not fighting hard enough, mama! Every mother fights for her children, young or old! fit or disabled! rich or poor! Fight for your children Mama NHS”

      I feel grateful to you Mama but
      I also feel sad and disappointed
      I feel angry, helpless and powerless
      But I trust you to help me because

      If there ever was a presence so loving, caring, compassionate, intelligent, creative, powerful, gentle and strong!

      It would definitely be you Mama NHS