To the Bed Pan Person Poem by David Michael Jackson

Nursing home
Clean white
dry sheets
every day now.
There are the memories of another place
another time
wet sheets every day
bladder infection
kidney failure.
No don’t think about it, he says.
The bed pan persons
are doing the job
as important as the doctors
as the nurses
There is a place for you
in my tears
We need
for you

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