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HI TriageRN, I don't know if you saw my response to your poem on the camera in room thread but I can't find it now so....
Your poem is OUTSTANDING!!! :balloons: :kiss :yelclap: :cheers: :bowingpur: :thankya:
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Yeah, I think that about covers it!:yeahthat: You are so creative. Your poem really says it all! Thank you, Carol
Antikigirl, ASN, RN
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Someone brought up the use of cameras in rooms...heck and I thought baby monitors in rooms was crossing a line of privacy....
So I thought how I would feel...not if..but WHEN it is my turn...and I thought that maybe we should all remember something....
My Times
by TriageRN
I lay in my bed, and can barely move.
The pain in my hips that nothing can soothe.
I think of the times, the "use to have been"
And a tear crosses my cheek, and I think of my end.
I use to be a mother, a friend, and a wife.
Tending my children, full of strife.
Running after baseballs, making a meal.
Kissing a "boo boo", which always did heal!
I was active in everything my family held dear,
And taught by example with nothing to fear.
I gave lots of hugs, advice, and lots of smiles,
And hoped that my teachings would last quite a while.
I really lived life, through the ups and the downs,
And tried to overcome obstacles with out any frowns.
I cherished my days, with the loved ones I shared,
My loving late husband for whom I was paired.
But now I am in bed, a fall risk they say...
And ponder the relevance of all those fine days.
A camera in my room, a baby monitor too...
A caregiver tending me, and I never know who.
It makes me think of all those fine days,
Where I loved so much, and taught in all ways...
And wonder where the cameras were, and think of the "whens",
Why couldn't someone be watching me and learning from me THEN...