Compassion
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Come sit with me, asked the frail old lady in a weak voice, so
on her bed I sat and held her wrinkled hands and smiled my best;
my job was way too busy and I had little time but I stayed.
Please tell me the truth- am I dying? (I knew she had no family)
Answering her was difficult but I said, yes you are;
silent tears fell down her cheek- I knew she was
suffering from old age and I had great pity for her crooked bones.
In my job as nurse great compassion and empathy is needed, and so
on each shift I try to transform a life by just being me. Oh,
nothing could have prepared me for this - except God !
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June 6, 2019
Poetry/Acrostic/Compassion
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1150-408-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Compassion
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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