A Hair Out of Place
She was very old, very weak
Couldn't move, couldn't speak
Nurses were in need
Too many people to feed
I thought I'd volunteer
I needed to find a career
I noticed right away,
As I brought the spoon to her face
Her painful, bloodshot eye
And the hair that was out of place
The course grey hair had pierced her eye for so long
No one could see there was something wrong
Her body gave up and her eye no longer watered
No one had time or could be bothered
But I saw it and brushed it out of her eye
I'll never forget the gratitude in her smile
I knew then if I could make a difference
No matter how big or how significant
It was the need I had to fulfill
Anything to lesson the pain of the ill
Just that tiny action
I took away what hurt
I knew what I needed
I became a nurse
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