One man came just to hang out with me
He sat in his chair like he was meeting
a relative he was comfortable with,
another woman was walking with her walker
and looked at me with loving yet longing
hurting eyes, searching for a kind word
another woman was worried and needed
someone to talk to ,
to feel at home with
Then we had a group, eagerly waiting
to be a part of something, to be connected,
As I drove one woman home she thanked me
three or four times,
Images of my day
Images of my day
Maybe now you can see
how blessed I am to work
in mental health
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