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Nurses help me out of bed
I sit mostly all day in my chair 
Staring at the same four walls
Just how much more can I bare

Looking out my window 
Makes me very sad 
Not a soul to be seen 
Has the world gone mad 

My nurse Cece is so kind 
But I miss seeing her smile 
Wearing a mask, gown and shield 
Haven't seen her face in awhile 

I yearn to see my family 
Only one allowed to come in 
Totally covered up in PPE's
Barely recognizing my own kin

I miss going to the dining hall 
Now eat my meals in my room 
Not seeing my nursing home friends 
Fills me with doom and gloom 

I long to sit in a bathtub 
A bedbath is best nurses can do
Trying to keep us looking out best 
Yet I still feel dirty and blue 

No trips to the gym for physio 
No saloon lady to cut our hair 
No more day trips or outings 
We all are filled with despair 

I want to breathe in fresh air
To feel the sun on my skin
Shake off this cloud of darkness 
To see life once again begin

Kept locked in our rooms for protection 
From a virus that that may kill us all 
We feel like prisoners in a jail cell 
Following nursing home protocol

Feb 2nd, 2021

My resident's call me Cece and this is unfortunately what I see on a daily basis.

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