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Poem From Patient To Hospital Staff

I'm a CNA in a nursing/rehab center, and love what I do. I've been in the medical field for 14 years and couldn't ask for a more rewarding job. I wrote this poem by putting myself in a patients shoes while writing.

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Every word described my Mums stay in a Care Home....she passed recently. I took care of her as long as I was able; then was persuaded by the Authorities to entrust her to the Care...

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© Dawn Mazzola more by Dawn Mazzola

Published on December 2010

I'm A Person Too

Here I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal.
A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.

What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.
Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?

What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.

BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I know I can not talk, Or even joke around.
But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.

If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.
Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.

Treat me with respect, the same I'd give to you.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

My bones are stiff and achy, I hear you say I'm contracted.
My belly hurts, I haven't pooped, I hope I'm not impacted.

I'm sorry I may drool, and at times I even stare.
It's not easy being old, aging isn't fair.

These are the cards God dealt me, There's nothing I can do.

JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I used to be a lively one, just like your pretty self.
I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.

I press my light to see a face, Or just for company.
For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.

You walked past my light, what am I to do?

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

I'm sorry that I messed the bed, I feel like such a baby.
I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed, that I'm doing this at eighty.

I'm sorry I couldn't hold it, I didn't know what to do.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I wish that I was able, to communicate some way.
So finally I'd get the chance, to say what I want to say.

I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away.
If everyone showed a little compassion, I wouldn't feel this way.

My name is Helen, and I'm all alone.
Cancer took my husband, he had it in his bones.

We had one child, our precious son.
Until his life was taken by a gun.

So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.

I may be sad, I may be blue.

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

Next time my light is on, come and see if I'm OK.
I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.

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  • by Anna Airbright, UK
  • 1 week ago

Every word described my Mums stay in a Care Home....she passed recently. I took care of her as long as I was able; then was persuaded by the Authorities to entrust her to the Care professionals. The term 'care' is used loosely. I was asked by a member of staff why I came every day, when she 'didn't even know what day it was'. I replied: ask her what happened in Feb 1952. Mum's Green Light came on (as I called it) and she waxed lyrical about her wedding day. Several other dates also had the same reaction. I said to the young care worker....... she may not appear to be living in your time; but she is living in her time.. A very moving poem which had me in tears as I typed.

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  • by Pink, Jordan
  • 1 year ago

Omg! :( it just tore my heart out

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  • by Nishant Sharma
  • 1 year ago

I am so touched! Thank you so much for writing this poem. I am twenty one. My grand father is 80 years old. Sometimes he loses control over his bladder and wets the bed. I see him cringing and feeling helpless. He has worked in Indian Railways for decades till when he retired in 1992. I see the helplessness on his countenance.
It is strange! How life changes. One day all of us are going to die. The lucky ones will live till they are venerable old men/women with grandchildren. Yet, we feel irritated at the drooling and weak-ears of the elderly. This poem has touched me. I bless the writer!

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  • by Elsa Rosenfeld
  • 1 year ago

Oh my God! Has this poem touched me!
My mother is in a nursing home. I can almost hear her crying out these words. It aches my heart, but there is nothing I can do as I have no say in the matter. My sister has Power of Attorney and what she says goes.
Every day I think of her. Then I pray, please Lord, take care of her for what else can I do? I hope that the ones taking care of her are really taking care of her.
And when I visit her, she really is a person too!!!

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  • by Jerry Mazzola
  • 2 years ago

This is what my daughter wrote I am very proud of her, love daddy

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  • by Marian Shapcott
  • 3 years ago

This was a lovely poem, I thought of my husband when I read it, he has been in a vegative state for 10 years and I often wonder whether he knows what's going on around him. He doesn't show any signs of recognizing me or hearing me. I know he can hear because he jumps at loud noises. I cannot fault the care he receives in the royal hospital at Putney, the staff there are so caring.

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  • by Makayla, Massachusetts
  • 3 years ago

My grandmother had dementia and she didn't respond to anyone.... but me. I was young and we had a connection but one day I heard the nurses talking about how pathetic she was for wetting her bed and not saying anything so I ran over and stomped on her foot. It hurt to think they could be there in what 20-30 years? And they show no compassion I'm glad you have made this connection and can now better help patients in their helpless days because it hurts to be helpless.

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