They may stare at you with anger in their eyes, look at them with compassion anyway.
They might spit on you while feeding them, feed and nourish them anyway.
They shout and ignore you when you talk,
talk and be with them anyway.
They can bite you when you tuck them in bed, tuck them in to keep them warm for the night anyway.
They can slap you when you lean closer to listen to them, hear them out anyway.
They can kick you while trying to jump out of bed, catch them and keep them from falling anyway.
They may stain your favourite trendy uniform from incontinence, wash and keep them clean anyway.
They may want to walk in the middle of the night while the rest of the patients are in deep sleep, Walk with them and keep them safe anyway.
They may consume your time by asking same questions repeatedly, reorient them repeatedly and look in their eyes with a smile anyway.
They may share to you their past stories in the middle of your busy shift,
touch them and spend a fraction of your time anyway.
They may be quiet lying still in bed for hours with tears in their eyes,
wipe their tears and ask them their favourite stories anyway.
Whenever they have a severe pain, hold their palms tight and pray for them anyway.
Laugh with them when they are so happy (a good laugh from the heart).
Sing with them even though the lyrics are unfamiliar and old fashion.
Dance with them when they are so excited or just to cheer them up.
Write this in the tablet of your heart
They’ve been a strong, intelligent and beautiful persons in their prime years and now they’re approaching their final days…
In the long run, that’s why "WE" are called...
ANGEL of the Sickness Room, Anyway.
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