Life Stands Still
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.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2021
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