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April 25, 2005

A poem

Sit back, take a relaxing breath and enjoy this submission written by Mark Darby.


Reflections on the Hands of a Nurse

Let us take a moment to remember our hands.
For these are no ordinary hands.
These are the hands of a nurse.
These are the hands that help us do our work.
These are the hands that carry out the skills that make nursing possible.

Let us remember our hands and be grateful for what they do
For the eyes may see, the mouth may speak but it is the hands that hold, the hands that heal, the hands that give the caring touch.

These are the hands that feel the first breath of a new born child,
These are the hands that feel the last breath of a dying one

These are the hands that hold a family, who has just lost a loved one, These are the hands that clap for joy at the healing of a disease. These are the hands that insert tubes that bring healing to the body

These are the hands that touch a forehead and tell, within a degree, normal or febrile.
These are the hands that feel a pulse and know fast or slow, weak or strong, effective or for naught.

These are the hands that restrain the angry from self-harm
These are the hands that compress the sternum to bring life

These are the hands that clean unspeakable places on another person's body but do so with dignity and respect which allow that person to feel like a human being.

These are also the hands of different people not just black or white, brown or yellow but all.
These are not the hands of male or female but both.

Other hands may build buildings or write books Some hands may even pull the trigger or plunge the knife but these are the hands of life.

These are the hands that take up the task passed down from so long ago—to bring healing to the sick, comfort to the afflicted, hope to the hopeless

But these are not the hands of timid maidens who look for direction outside themselves

These are also the hands that can be clenched because sometimes some thing has got to change.

These are the hands of a nurse
These are the hands that have the privilege of being at the bedside

For these are the hands of a nurse, the hands of a person that does a job that not everyone can do.
These are the hands of a nurse, the hands of strength compassion and love
These are the hands of a nurse,

These are my hands.

April 25, 2005 in Creative Musings | Permalink


Thank you for encouraging each of us to pause each day
to reflect on the core values of why we do what we do.
I have given and have received for over 40 years..and have felt a special meaning has been added to my life.

Posted by: Lee | May 12, 2011 1:13:57 PM

I would like to use this to thank the nurses whom cared for my recently unwell daughter thanks for this wonderful poem

Posted by: Donna | Jun 26, 2006 11:03:02 PM

I would like permission to post this poem on our unit to accompany a quilt I have designed. The quilt is made of retired scrubs and uniforms that have tracings of all the hands of our nurses and team memebers. This poem brings to life what I could not put onto words.

thank you

Posted by: Linda | Apr 21, 2006 4:33:45 PM

A literary masterpiece.
I would love to post this at work for nurses week.
Thanks for posting this.

Posted by: Chris | May 17, 2005 11:31:06 PM

This was a very touching poem. My mother tells me there was no surprise when I went into nursing. I was always taking care of something or somebody. Thank you for sharing.
An earlier post asked the question, who needed this most, new grads or those just starting training. I think we who are out there day in and day out need it most. Something to reflect on, on those days when we feel like giving up.

Posted by: Diane | May 13, 2005 2:13:33 AM

Thankyou! I am going to forward this to our student nursing dept. I don't know who needs to read it the most those entering the profession as new grads. or those beginning their training. You have put into words my feelings about nursing that I am not able to articulate when people ask me why I am still nursing after 26 years.

Posted by: Karen R.N. | May 12, 2005 3:51:42 PM

Thank you for a beautiful poem. It completely describes the many facets of nursing. I am printing it to be shared at work.

Posted by: Sara | May 11, 2005 5:31:05 PM

Mark, Thank you for articulating exactly how I feel after 35 years in Nursing.

Posted by: Joelle | May 11, 2005 11:02:15 AM

At times, we all need to be reminded why we have chosen the more difficult road. Thank you for articulating my feelings about nursing. The early years were hard. In fact, I volunteered as a "candy striper" (is there still such a thing?) so that I could spend more time with my Mom, an ER nurse who of course worked every other weekend. I can still recall as a child being angry with her because she was not home on Christmas, or many other holidays, for that matter. Still I chose the same path. I have made peace with my choice. I feel lucky to be available to people at their best, and worst. I feel closer to God when I am doing his work.
As a nurse practitioner, I also feel fortunate and gratified to see the powerful impact medications make on disease. Where else can you get a love pat, hug or kiss nearly every work day? We give and we get.

Posted by: Marcia | May 11, 2005 9:40:14 AM

What an inspiring and descriptive poem of what we strive to do everyday. I am printing this poem now for our Nurses' Week Bulletin Board. Thank you.

Posted by: Bernadette | May 11, 2005 7:36:55 AM

What a beautiful description of what we are so often seen as by our patients. I will keep a copy of this with the other two poems that have touched my career.

Posted by: Stacie | May 11, 2005 12:00:27 AM

Thank you for that beautiful expression of your thoughts. How wonderful!

Posted by: Martha V. LPN | May 10, 2005 10:55:54 PM

This is an outstanding description of a nurse. I'll share it with our graduating class of 2005. An appreciative nurse educator--Carleen

Posted by: Carleen | May 10, 2005 3:54:58 PM

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