Nothing can compare,

To the view of a families despair.

Telling them bad news,

Is nothing you get used to.

This part of the job,

Your emotions it will rob.

Keeping a straight face and being neutral,

Whilst delivering news that’s far too brutal.

Being this professional,

Can sometimes seem questionable.

People asking why,

As they try not to cry.

You think your used to death,

But every time you tell bad news you have to draw a deep breath.

The fear of facing a family and telling bad news,

Is a feeling you never loose.

No matter if you’re a doctor or nurse,

Telling bad news is like a curse.

Doesn’t matter if you’re young or old,

You know the damage it does once it’s told.

Telling a mother her baby is dead,

Keeps you awake when you lie in bed.

Telling a child their parent has died,

You’ll wish you hadn’t and just lied.

Telling bad news,

Is something you never get used to.

I’ve got to tell a family bad news now,

But I’m not sure how.