In these whispered halls of silence
When the night is at its peak
Only nurses muted chatter
And the old and sick breathing weak
On a bed that’s known pain’s history
Where a thousand patients laid before
I contemplate those who found eternal rest
I pray for the ones who found a cure
Staring through a glistening window
I see the raindrops patter light
I long just one more time to see
Anything but this same old sight
The monitor like a shackled anchor
Beeps my life line by my bed
A nurse comes to check my pressure
Lays her cool hand upon my head
A teardrop caught her flashlight beam
Though I tried to turn away to silent weep
She pulled up a chair and sat a timeless moment
Her hand on mine made compassion leap
Then in the whispered halls of silence
meleted Icy night thoughts of pain so deep
She made my heart believe just a little
Her warmth carries me to drift away in sleep.
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KEEp Strong and BE Blessed and Positive! See U soon- HuGs, Light of the Universe and LOve,SheKit-ten
wonderful poem, Felix ... makes you believe in humanity ...
Touching write!
Birgit and Roger
Love Tinka
This is so moving ... a real story poem - the central character, You!! How is your beautiful heart?
I especially love this line ...
'Her hand on mine made compassion leap..'
Truly beautiful!
Love & Care Suzie xoxo :-)
Kathy
Nurses are really angels in disguise. Thank you for this beautiful tribute to the ones who have compassion for their patients. Being a medic in the Air Force many years ago, I remember many patients just wanted someone to listen to their fears; being a patient on the other end of the charts, I needed someone to listen....and found it in the nurses. :) Bless you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.