By VH Lester
Where did I go when they drugged my veins
Who was the angelic nurse who effortlessly managed my pains?
Who was the gentle man who held up my hair?
Who were the compassionate friends always there
At the end of a call or dropped by to check in
Kind words of wisdom when in despair
Who are the suffering others that also slog through this hell
The man in the corner who suddenly fell
The lady who sat and listened to bad news
The gentleman who sat calmly watching on pews
Did that nurse get any time off
Did the doctor who’s relentless with patients ever get cross
Did the tea lady Jackie ever tire of her gift to uplift us all with biscuit or cake – with a look that’s so knowing and utterly bare that slays you as she says “sweet child do take care”
I’m in bewildered surprise at these passionate folk who tirelessly give all for us patients to miraculously cope
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