A Nurse's Touch
the touch of compassion...
When in a place where most things you cannot do, laying there helpless, barely able to move; nothing seems to matter as much, as a single gesture made, of a nurses caring touch.
If she knows you, that’s fine, if she doesn’t, that’s fine too; she’s there to encourage, when a family can’t be; she takes their place for a fleeting moment of time, and makes you happier, by her nurse’s simple touch.
Does she know, does she care that you need her, someone to assure you that things are going to be all right, that you will sure get better? The sky will get brighter, maybe in just one more day, by the hope she inspires, through a tender brief touch.
No more will you see her, as you leave her special place, no longer do you really need her, perhaps others do; though you’re glad to go home, still you’re sad when you leave; for long will you think of… a nurses special touch.
My daughter had to spend several weeks in the hospital as a young child. We found that the care and compassion of her nurses was awesome, in that they really cared! Some time after that, I had to spend a month in the hospital waiting to get well, and the brief but caring touch of the nurse was what I needed.
May 5, 1995
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