All she wanted
as she laid in bed
dying from a rapid-growing
cancer in her kidneys...
All she wanted
when she was still lucid
and the morphine no longer
helped with the pain...
All she wanted when
she couldn't get out of bed,
could only lay on one side...
All she wanted
was to be a nurse again,
to go back to work and
take care of others,
to just do something
everyday~normal.
She didn't want to
go to Disneyland,
see the world, be
next to the ocean,
breathe mountain air...
All that she wanted
was to walk up and down
the dimly lit hallway
on third shift and ask,
"Can I help you?"
one last time.
Perhaps, she will
as I walk the halls
in her memory tonight,
I won't be surprised
if I hear the flutter
of wings behind me.
I'll simply say,
"Welcome back, Sandy.
Would you like report?"