Laura Leiser Poet Prose

The Ward

Rolling my trembling tray down the colorless, hospital hall
I groan in a state of weariness, with a night shift shuffle, as I
attempt to bring an offering of pills and syringes to suffering souls.

Under the blinding, artificial light, amidst pungent smells
and antiseptic dreams, I see an elderly gentlemen struggling
swaying, as he tries to push his shaky IV pole down the hall.

I come and carefully guide him into his uncomfortable bed
then gently administer a token of respite from his restless pain.
His frail frame relaxes as his tired eyes offer a whisper of thanks.

And in a moment, the balm of human touch and kindness 
carries away all ills, while silent prayers are answered.




Written on 5/2/2017

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Eve Roper May 7, 2017 at 4:18 PM Angel of mercy to help wonderful and compassionate. Enjoyed reading a 7 ~* Laura Leiser May 12, 2017 at 6:09 PM Thank you, Eve! I'm glad you liked this. :)

Emile Pinet May 3, 2017 at 2:39 PM A good soul affirming piece that flows with love, being pulled along by a poetic current of beautiful thoughts that tug at the heart. Emile. Laura Leiser May 3, 2017 at 3:05 PM Thank you, Emile! I'm happy you stopped by to comment on my poem. :)

Chris Green May 3, 2017 at 5:44 AM This was beautiful Laura. Such a caring a touching poem about someone offering their heart to another in need. Love the last lines. Laura Leiser May 3, 2017 at 10:02 AM Thanks, Chris. I was a night shift nurse for years, and have many sad memories from that time, but it was still rewarding in many ways.