For
those placed in my care
Each day I will be constant, I will stay
Even though bewildered, I try to impart
All of the feelings that crowd my heart
They once led strong, productive lives
These Mothers & Fathers-Husbands & Wives
Before they wore the frightened masks
Their lives were purposeful & filled with tasks
The men will show a weathered hand
From reaping harvests of well worked land
The bloom of youth has vanished from faces
Of women whose children are in other places
Their home is now like a foreign land
And they are lost-they've lost life's plan
These frightened souls with questioning stares
Must understand that someone cares
They are so grateful for everything
Give a smile, a hug, they're remembering
Maybe of a time in earlier years
When they comforted someone and wiped away tears
Perhaps they used a soothing voice
Not out of duty, but out of choice
To help a lost one find their way
Even if only for a minute each day
It is so hard on the families
Knowing the way they used to be
They ask, why does it have to be this way
That the ones they remember have been taken away
They think they are left with an empty shell
Of a former self they once knew so well
But each of them has much to give
Even though it's an alternative life they live
They still remember kindess and love
And most do not question our God above
And if I question what God's plan may be
The answer, I think, is to humble me
(c) Cheryl King, RN
1995
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