Most Precious GiftA Poem by A Soapy Mess StoriesI used to think working in healthcare Was just about the money, but The hardest thing about working in a nursing facility Is when a resident passes away The honor is in knowing you all To be able to assist with you with your needs The real joy is knowing I helped someone Who needed it Listening to their concerns and worries Maybe even joy Without passing judgment Each and everyone of you have touched a small place in my heart As sad as it is knowing you are no longer here It’s the hope knowing you’re in a better place No pain, suffering Rest in peace dear residents For I shall never forget any of you The most precious gift is knowing I could help When one of you needed it Thank you for the gift of being able to knowing each and everyone of you
© 2017 A Soapy Mess StoriesReviews
|
Stats
80 Views
2 Reviews Added on January 13, 2017 Last Updated on January 13, 2017 AuthorA Soapy Mess StoriesBoise, IDAboutI am a 59-year-old woman who dabbles in fiction writing as well as true crime stories. I mostly write in the romance genre, but have some stories in supernatural/paranormal/mystery/thriller genres. I .. more.. |


Flag Writing