A Poem about the mentally challenged. |
I worked as a QMA, which is like a Nurse in a mental health facility and the mentally challenged are special people. I usually write funny poems but this is a serious one and I mean every word I say in this poem. I watched the young, beautiful woman do dance steps with stride- as the song she danced to was sung by Matina McBride. I love to watch Mandy dance and smile as her feet graciously glide across the tile. The sweet woman named Mandy is mentally ill- trying to get cured is a hard climb up hill. I work at a mental health facilty as a Nurse- wishing I could rid the mentally challenged of their hurtful curse. As I worked Christmas Eve, passing out pills- this job is about more then just paying the bills. I got a phone call from one of my former patients who was cured, a history of abuse she had endured. She never talked to me much when she lived at the facilty. The woman wished me a Merry Christmas and told me she loved me. With tears in my eyes, I told her I loved her, too and it helped me to see- The mentally challenged are beautiful people and they have a long row to hoe. Life isn't easy as a mental health nurse- I wish I could put all my patients problems in a big old purse and throw the purse away. To steal a line from the Beatles and Providence show's theme song: There are faces I remember, some are dead and some are living and in my life I've loved them all- for everyone and especially my mentally challenged people, I will always be on call! |