I know this gown
I’ve been in it plenty of times
I feel sorry for it
It’s always being tossed around
And It lacks zest
It’s just dull lookin’
Each time I’ve been in it, I always feel a draft
It’s frustrating trying to keep it in its place
Even though there are strings to tie, your back and behind are still exposed
I always put it on the wrong way, intentionally…
Then I’m told I’m not wearing it correctly
What is the purpose?
Then after going through the trouble of tying it,
Then its time to untie it
That’s even more frustrating
It’s like trying to scratch your back
Then it must be discarded in a laundry bin
But in a way, it can be bitter-sweet
It somehow kept me warm
But then I can hardly wait to get rid of it!
I will never, ever understand the hospital gown
Yolanda Reyna is a member of the writing class offered through the Cerritos College Adult Education Program. It is held off-campus at the Norwalk Senior Center.