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Leaving is not easy

But now it is time to go

Two and a half years of my life

How deep my associations, with you did grow

I leave behind friends, colleagues

And lovely people I came to know

I carry with me memories

From my heart, never will they go

I had my moments of highs and lows

Weathering on-calls, days of delight and nights of woes

Confidence like waves ebbed to and fro

A pat on the back made it overflow

Baker and Pye formed team upper GI

Laparoscopes, precision and a keen eye

Marsh and Billings were team colorectal

Takes with them would somehow settle

Vascular team with Da Silva, Kirkpatrick and Scriven

A league in their own, never smitten

Cochrane the lone ranger of the Breast team

A one-man band with his own theme

Bright ward and its staff synonymous to their name

Like a loving family, Excellence their main aim

Glyndwr, Fleming and Lister a blend of perfection

Humane, sympathetic, everyone treated with affection

Theatres, ITU and SHDU working around the clock

Always with a smile, supportive like a rock

I run out of words for “The Shooting Star

Nurses, staff, akin to angels, heavens at par

Doctors’ mess and Thelma’s chat

TV lounge or wherever you sat

Hustle and bustle of a unique kind

Such a friendly place I will never find

I will miss all these

And the long lonely corridors at night

As I made my way to Bonney or Paeds

To relieve a child or a young lass’ plight

We built a nest but now it is time to fly away

To distant shores but for you, I pray

Wrexham Maelor Hospital no matter how far I roam

You will always be my home away from home