The Nurses
was this a game we
played as children playing with our dolls
church bells toll
the hour ring on sundays ring for funerals
a simple peal from
the tower it almost speaks your name
the one whose life is over (ding)
ended (dong) ceased to be
(ding) no longer a being on earth (dong)slipped
through the opening
you were without clothes slipped into a
surgical gown
the last thing you wore laid you gently on
the bed
beds in a line beds in a row each bed held
someone's someone
like a garden the time was spring the beginning of the
year
new sprouts appear the color new green
each one known by
his latin name...
honey you work
tirelessly washing turning comforting
dispensing meds you
are in your element this is what you trained for
you can't save
everyone you have to let some go you told me
you rarely see the
same one twice you are the angel of mercy
each day you are
the same your life is the same
it is the
patients who are different but each needs you the same
May 1, 2015
1 comment:
Oh so beautiful and sad, my friend. I can see all the beds in a row. "Each one is someone's someone". Yes. One more springtime and some of the flowers we loved the most are gone.
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