Patience Exacts

My mind is gone
My time is not my own
My heart is besotted
My dreams on hold
My wishes burn soft
My hopes transmit
I pray for you the simple very best
Your hug and kiss await
With anticipation

Hospice Junction

So ready to cry in your arms,
But today’s broken heart is so déclassé.
I hold my iPhone in my clammy hand,
But mustn’t text when you’ve nothing to say.
Broken low down here in Hospice Junction:
I see pretty flowers wreathing the pretty birds.
I hear some pretty lady chaplain
Breathlessly whispering her fine holy words.
Some seventy-two have now come and gone—
The team completing some of their unending chore.
They’ve resurfaced that old tattered roadway, and,
And, another admission: how do they go on any more?
The Sun and Dawn drags up another new day,
Nurses and the all will shoo away the Dark and the Harms.
And they won’t get home until way after dark
O so ready to cry in your arms.

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TLC Unto You

Getting home late, it’s a bit after ten!
Watch it, little nurse; you’re doing it again—
Taking care of patients better’n yourself.
If you’re not careful you’ll be back broke on the shelf!

‘Love your neighbor’ is what they say,
But that’s not until your dead tired, okay?
Yes, some charges are HIGH MAINTENANCE;
And if you could you’d give ‘em a hard penance.

Just see you get home at a more reasonable hour:
Put up some boundaries, use your Nursey Power!
Of course, you’ll keep going that extra mile—
Just get some sleep to renew your awesome smile!