Yesterday For the first timeSince I was a childI held my mother.
I held her to meAs the nurse changedHer bedsheet.
I remember how As a childShe held me in her arms - The tears I cried thenExtinguishedBy her warm body.
YesterdayThe roles were reversed. When I held herI didn't want to let go.
Copyright © Geoffrey Bowe, RNAll Rights Reserved
From "Between the Heartbeats: Poetry and Prose by Nurses(ISBN 0-87745-517-1, $14.95) published by the University ofIowa Press, www.uiowapress.org.
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