These hands once strong and busy Now seem so inhumane, Compared to changing bandages Or helping one in pain. To wipe emerging newborns Who are screaming their first breath, To hold worn, fading hands Of those embracing death. Nursing felt … Continue reading →

As each year passes, living with chronic pain and disease, I find myself grateful to still be alive to be grateful, to be grateful to still be alive, well, you get the picture. The older I grow the more grateful … Continue reading →