The Nurses' Hands
The Nurses' hands,
Are different from the rest.
A gentle touch,
Soft as a feather nest.
How else could they be,
The first to touch a newborn head?
To hold open a beating chest.
Loving enough to touch the untouchable,
To touch the unloveable,
The hateful, the poor, the wealthy
Hands that can't discriminate.
Hands that do not judge.
Hands that help to heal the unhealthy.
Hands that hold
The hands of strangers
In times of discomfort, pain, sorrow.
Or the last breath of eternal rest.
Copyright © 2010 Tammy Lochmann