Here I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal.
A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.
What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.
Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?
What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.
BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I know I can not talk, Or even joke around.
But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.
If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.
Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.
Treat me with respect, the same I'd give to you.
KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
My bones are stiff and achy, I hear you say I'm contracted.
My belly hurts, I haven't pooped, I hope I'm not impacted.
I'm sorry I may drool, and at times I even stare.
It's not easy being old, aging isn't fair.
These are the cards God dealt me, There's nothing I can do.
JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I used to be a lively one, just like your pretty self.
I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.
I press my light to see a face, Or just for company.
For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.
You walked past my light, what am I to do?
PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
I'm sorry that I messed the bed, I feel like such a baby.
I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed, that I'm doing this at eighty.
I'm sorry I couldn't hold it, I didn't know what to do.
KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.
I wish that I was able, to communicate some way.
So finally I'd get the chance, to say what I want to say.
I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away.
If everyone showed a little compassion, I wouldn't feel this way.
My name is Helen, and I'm all alone.
Cancer took my husband, he had it in his bones.
We had one child, our precious son.
Until his life was taken by a gun.
So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.
I may be sad, I may be blue.
PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.
Next time my light is on, come and see if I'm OK.
I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.
Poem From Patient To Hospital Staff
I too worked as a CNA for 15 plus years and then I choose to do private home health care. I always respected my residents and my private clients and demanded that everyone else did. They each...
I'm A Person Too
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2010 with permission of the Author.
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That is so lovely, Anna. Every single parent who ends up in a care facility desperately needs a son or daughter who is able to visit. If not every single day, as often as possible. For the parents' well-being but also for the child to have the opportunity to keep eyes and ears on the staff and make sure Mom or Dad is being cared for properly. My own father died in a care facility. He was overdosed on morphine. It wasn’t even listed on his chart that he was given this drug on that last day. It was complicated, horrifying and exhausting. In any case, I find the stories and memories elderly people share truly delightful. I would've loved to hear your mom tell the story about her special day in 1952!