compassion

I sit in the sadness

I feel the grief

I’m not afraid of the solemn stone

that weighs on my heart

there is no compartmentalism

I mourn for him and for her

for the life leaving today

for the tiny soul flying away

for the mother saying goodbye to her son

for the nurse that I am

that must be stoic and strong

and though I grieve

my hands are busy

my demeanor calm

it is true that compassion

can also be strong

to help and to heal and to guide

down this last journey he takes

until heaven he finds