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May 19, 2005

More poems

The creativity of the nurses writing in continues here as a new entry with these 2 poems.

Thumbadnc496392fig31 Jocelyn Stafford-Cox RN, ENC is an emergency room nurse who works in a level one trauma center in Canada. She has been nursing for over 33 years and has "loved every minute of it". "I guess you could say I'm addicted to the rush, the excitement and the intrigue that comes with working in an emergency setting." She says this poem which she wrote for her emergency department explains the 'real' reasons she is a nurse.

It Is In My Soul

Spirited, friendly and sound of heart
Barely dawn and ready to start.
Sick calls and a complaining M.D.
All I want is my first coffee.

Co-ordinating clerks and staff
I don't know the troubles ahead by half.
Barely nine and the E.D.'s hopping
And triage shows no signs of stopping.

Broken equipment, back orders, the lot;
"Nurse-in-charge, line…" will it ever stop?
Pulled from the front area to the back
Continual calls about this and that!

Trauma nurses one and two on break together
And another trauma arrives due to bad weather.
The paper chase that never ends
Seems to want to be my perpetual friend.

Lunch time has long come and far gone
And my meal was eaten by someone's son
Aching back and feet that are sore
Must get all admitted patients to the floor.

No time to even check the schedule for tonight
Dear Lord, I hope the numbers are all right!
Three-thirty, four-thirty, now it is five,
How could I ever have felt alive?

I cover an old lady waiting in the hall
She looks cold and fragile, like a porcelain doll.
"Thank you" she says, eyes filled with loneliness and sorrow
It is because of her I'll be back tomorrow.

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Here's the second poem written by Sharon Mathis RN.

Hospice Nurse

I am a hospice nurse
But what does that mean
Besides the death and the dying
That daily I see

It is a feeling of love
That comes from inside
And feelings of compassion
I can not hide

It's a gentle touch
A hug and a tear
It's being a comfort
As death draws near

It's knowing that somehow
A difference I made
In a family's life
As they face the day

I am a hopsice nurse
But what does that mean
I give from my heart
I live my dream.

Palliative Care Resource Center

May 19, 2005 in Creative Musings | Permalink

Comments

These poems are very touching and remind me why I want to become a nurse. Nurses have to work hard and go through a lot during thier shift. But they are always reminded why they became a nurse and why they still are a nurse when having a special encounter with a patient.

Posted by: Brian | Sep 16, 2008 11:21:04 AM

Both of these poems are great examples of the motivation that future nurses should have. We need caring nurses, especially in our healthcare industry today. These poems capture the true aspects of nursing and it is reassuring to know that there are great nurses out there that take their job seriously. These were well written and touching. I'm glad I had the chance to read them.

Posted by: Alison | Sep 15, 2008 12:53:40 PM

These pomes are really great and touching. It is really great to know because these poems have made me realized what a nurse does and what will i be doing in future. I love to help a sick person or a person who needs help and reading this poem it really have touch me deep within.

Posted by: Puja | Sep 14, 2008 10:43:09 PM


These are great and very touching. My best friend
is a ER nurse.

Posted by: Teresa | Nov 7, 2007 9:14:03 PM

I love being a nurse. This brought a tear to my eye. My patients'and family's trust and comfort are my greatest rewards!

Posted by: Mary Osmer RN | Aug 4, 2005 12:53:11 PM

Would love to hear from nurse educators in academe out there both national and international.
Thanks

Posted by: Helen C. Ballestas, MSN, RN, CRRN | Jun 3, 2005 8:20:26 PM

Empathy and Pity
By Sandra Miller

Empathy and pity two very different things
One helps you grow through pain
The other sorrow sings

If I want your pity
I will bring you tears of pain
And throw my sorrow at you
So you too can disdain
I need your grief to reinforce
The grip upon my own
Because the pain that I foster
Is what I call my home
Do not ask me what I can do
To help enrich my growth
I want you to cry with me
Since I don’t want to cope

If I want your empathy
Please try to understand
I do not want your tears of grief
But may ask to hold your hand
I need you to ask me what I can do
To help enrich my growth
This way I know you care enough
To look with me towards hope

Posted by: Sandra Miller RN | May 24, 2005 6:00:40 PM


A Shift on a Dementia Unit

Skin tear, Skin tear
Found on floor
I do not like this job no more
Report the incident. Call the Doc
When is this paper work goin’ to stop
Physicians order + Telephone order
Call the Fam
Write your note
Not done yet Damn!

Do the treatments Write the forms
Complete the tasks That’s the norm
Do your med pass. Check the vitals
Oh oh
someone’s sick
Better call the doctor quick
Get some labs Write more orders
X-rays, treatments MARs
Why is it I’m seeing stars

Orders Orders
Notes Notes Notes
I want to say that’s all folks

Do your med pass
Quick quick quick
No mistakes and lickety split
Feed some patients one to one
No chocking please
That’s no fun
Supervise the staff
Answer their questions
Is there anything I forgot to mention

Twelve-hour shift turned to eighteen
Had to deal with a patient that’s mean
Most patients demented some psychotic
But the sing along was patriotic

Posted by: Sandra Miller RN | May 24, 2005 5:59:12 PM

This is why all nurse come back the next day/shift. Well written.

Posted by: Joan Csaposs, NP | May 21, 2005 4:25:46 PM

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