Been asked to tell you my story

Of how I pampered Don, made him well

How he lapped up as patient my offerings

How I ran whenever he rang his bell

 

He's now become one of my favourites 

I hang by the door, wait his call

Then quick as a flash I do enter

To massage pelvic bones (and enthrall)

 

He can now walk two-legged to the toilet

(But little bit wobbly to be expected)

I hear his progression he's relating

To his family (they regularly get texted)

 

I'm here as a slave to his bidding

For coffee and bikkies (plus rub-downs)

We wouldn't want him getting  any bedsores, now would we?

From sleeping minus hospital gowns?

 

I'll be sad to see his bed finally empty

When all this is finished, gone and done

He brought lots of joy to us nurses

Cos he brought with him laughter and fun

 

Caroline  (registered nurse)  19 May  2019