Each month, write a new collection.
the Architectsmiles as shelifts her penhaving madethe final strokeand the linesof her houseare dancingin her eyes
great poem man. Love that feeling. Love to see it too!
Thanks Thomas. nice
Someone else’s best dayDutifully they gatherFor the weekly groupProps spread on the tablePoliteness warms the air.She begins with solemn quoteAn arrow to the heartUnmasking quickly sacred woundsOf patient warriors.Skillful with attention She leads in cadence stepWeaves a safe container.Community takes shape.Rarely patients findEmpowered collective voiceTo solve their own problemsOn hospital pokey time.
Dear diary, It feels so good to see people you trained become successful. Rodrick came by the department today to tell me he has won OTC Pharmacy of the year, at store and market level! Now his name will be entered at regional. What a huge honor. I can't believe at one time, he was content to just sit in back and build BBQ's and bikes all day. I saw thst he had potential, guess I was right. Wow, what if he goes all the way? Not sure who would be more proud... him, or me!
Great! I love how you brought yourself into it too!
The Break RoomShe took a seat across from meDuring the graveyard shiftIn the break room for lunchIt was only half of an hourNobody but her and the silenceI was new to the job and hadQuestions about the integrity of The work and whether or not the Position I had couldbe performed ethicallyThe sound of it seemed controversialand immoral since I didn’t want herto think I was not able to do the joband I did not know her other than being a Respiratory therapistas my position was onlya certified nurse’s assistantPosing the question, I said, howDoes a person find the time to doAll of the duties required, withoutHaving some doubts, as to the Neglect in certain instances?She was nice, and responded withSome encouraging wordsSaying, well, I am good at keepingMy time managed well, and the wayI am always doing that, keeps me From getting bogged downI noted her enthusiasm and also myOwn discouragement in believing theJob was completely overwhelming And at times impossible to doStill, I marveled at how efficient she Managed her time and did her jobI asked her if she would like a Clementine, while I peeled one For myself, being she was so nice Answering my worries? She said,You are nice and took my orangeThen I said, it has a lot of seeds.As we were talking she asked meWhat I was spiritually? I told her I don’t know, what do you mean?She said she was Christian and Was wondering if I believed I told her yes, I do believe As we sat in silence eating
I love the way this ends.It really captures the people and the place well!