I shall remember your suffering

Benjamin Pointer.

I never saw your face

But I heard your

Suffering.

I heard the running feet.

The wheels of the

Cardiac monitor

The urgency.

I went to a room and cried

Ten minutes before

You died. I felt very small.

The frustration

Of the staff nurse

Returning to the ward.

The casual remarks

That you had died.

I remember your death.

(This poem was written by my mum on her first hospital shift in 1980; I cannot take credit for it, but she wanted it shared :D)