The Last Dance
[in loving memory]
We can only ever keep
what we care to give away.
Our only true joy
is the love that we pay
to the soul in need,
in lack and held dear
by us as we take
away their deep fear.
.
It was once my job
to care for the old.
To the weak and sick
it was true love that I sold.
Help to eat,
in and out of bed
A ray of hope for them
with each kind word said.
.
My day in the ward,
soon at its end.
The next team is here,
now my own pain to tend.
But just as I turn
away to walk home,
I hear a man call
to me “love, do come”.
.
A soft hand took mine
as he asks me to play
Over the Bow of Rain,
“Yes sweet one ”, I say
I find the song
by Glen and his band,
I give a kind look
and then my left hand.
.
Slow feet they move
not at all in time,
but I can feel his joy
and calm of mind.
My last task done,
and go now I may.
Sore to bone
from such a long day.
.
The next morn’ I come
into the ward,
to find his bed still
and he says no word.
The dark it took him
into its hold.
His time here done,
his body left cold.
.
His very last prom
was now ever mine
and the gift of my love
with his soul for all time.
In loving memory of a patient I cared for in a dementia care ward. Just as I was leaving this man had become severely distressed. Breaking the rules, I played his favourite song from my phone and he asked to dance. We shared this beautifully sweet moment before he later passed away in sleep. It is a privilege I will never forget and a treasured memory. I dedicate this poem to all carers and nurses who bring peace to distressed souls ✨
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Oh, how touching! This pulls on my heart strings! Delighted that you broke the rule. You made the right move!!!♥️♥️💕
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