Doug Blair ADMIN II
CCW GOLD MEMBER POETRY CONTEST WINNER Posts : 644 Age : 73 Join date : 2013-02-03 Location : Waterloo, Ontario, Canada
| Subject: Nursing Touch Sat Apr 13, 2013 4:21 am | |
| Nursing Touch
Another time Before shift's close I'll check in On dear Fred. And give a smile. And squeeze the hand. And tuck him into bed.
His left arm limp; His left cheek drawn; His speech now Slow and odd. And few have come. And few have cared. Oh use me now, dear God.
A businessman He was 'til late. And numbers Ran his life. And midnight oil And corporate climb Had cost him home and wife.
Is he asleep? Though bedside lamp Illumes the Quiet nook? The half-sipped juice. The handy-wipes. The dark blue Gideons' Book.
My first steps heard. He slowly turns. And just as Slowly grins. His good right hand Wipes back the tear: "I thought...you might drop in."
I touch his arm. I pull the sheet. I'm desperate For some word. The Testament Is open yet, At Psalms, One hundred-third.
I take the Book, Approach the light, And sit beside My friend. And one more time Recite those words Of mercy without end.
Of God who knows Our darkest trait, Our hardest Pain to bear. But still forgives That we might live Forever in His care.
I click the lamp. I must withdraw. His breathing Now is slow. Sweet dreams, my friend. This too will end. The Father loves you so. |
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