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
A poignant piece filled with strength and peace.
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Lovely and you have a difficult job.
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What a wonderful poem. I love it. Very poignant
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