The woman in the Nursing home

The Woman in the Nursing Home

A room’s light turns on

I walk down the hall to see

If I can be of any use

To a man or a lady

I walk in and she crankily asks

If I can turn off the light

Then rolls on over in her bed

No thank you is in sight.

I continue with my shift

Not bothered by the anger

And put away her clothes in the closet

Each one on a hanger.

As I finished with my task

She turned to me and said

“Could you please forgive me dear,

For the way I acted”

“I have cancer and the pain

Is sometimes so unbearable,

That I will lash out at anyone

And what I say is often terrible.”

This conversation taught me

What pain can easily do

And that how a person speaks

Might not be how they meant to speak to you.