Two Little Boxes Part 1

Mary spent her final days Inside a nursing home Tended to by well trained staff But still so all alone They gave her everything of need Bathed and fed and groomed Exercise and social time A clean and friendly room But everybody knew that she Was lacking something more A special friend or family face To show up at the door Mary never cried a tear A smile graced her face Those that worked around her knew This shouldn't be her place She should have someone at home To give that special care To hold her when the pain of age Became too much to bear They loved her and they cared for her As much as strangers can Doing everything they could To lend a helping hand But Mary soon began to fall Her life was in decline Her smile slowly faded And her eyes refused to shine She passed away one evening In the comfort of her bed As nurses stood around her And they stroked her silver head They went to call the family But no number could they find No-one there to take the call For someone left behind Sadness fell about the place A CNA was called To go in and remove the things Around her bed and walls But there was nothing there to find Among her issued things Just two little boxes Tied with ribbons and some strings She brought them out and set them down And all had gathered round Should they look inside to see What memories would be found The charge nurse said, "There's no response To any call we've made. No-one cares if she is gone Or where her body's laid." Silence gripped the staff on hand They tried to hide their tears They looked upon her sum of life Two tiny boxes here Someone said, "Let's look inside To see what she's amassed We should know what she has had If anybody asks." They looked around in silent nod Agreement had been made They chose the smallest of the two And contents were displayed continued ( Sorry. Not enough characters to finish )