Don’t hold me to blame.
The road was never straight
nor the wind mild of frame
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It is difficult to be impartial to the families grief, anger and hopelessness I see when I am nursing the dying. Reading your poem floods my mind and heart with sadness that resides there no matter how much my uniform demands me to be detached and professional.
You do great works. My father was looked after by one such nurse. And my wife is a nurse of many years.
A beautiful play of words and brilliant imagery! Good poem!
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Heg. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.