To the Bed Pan Person Poem by David Michael Jackson
Nursing homeClean white
dry sheets
every day now.
There are the memories of another place
another time
wet sheets every day
bladder infection
kidney failure.
No don’t think about it, he says.
The bed pan persons
are doing the job
as important as the doctors
as the nurses
totally
un
heralded
There is a place for you
in my tears
We need
heaven
for you
The last poem was Slide Into the Sea You Blood Red Moon poem by Ken Peters. The next poem is Sad Day For Regrets Poem
