Just A Day on the Neuro floor...12-2-07

After visiting someone at a small rehab for several weeks...enjoy.

Pick a place,

Meet the people,

Friendly, polished, comfortable.

Walk down quiet, tiled hallways,

Smell the indescribable smells,

See the Nurses smile, nod.

Watch the "clients",

As the "clients" watch us,

From beds, wheelchairs,

Visions of Psych. Unit I.

But, just a neuro floor,

Innocent enough,

Not even a single locked door.

Just a day on the neuro floor.

A small personal glimpse,

Of one who reached out,

One who stood out,

Dressed in blue and black

And a white bonnet.

Her visitors dressed alike,

Attentive, focused,

Talk of Nickel Mines,

Of healing, and prayer.

Helped this heart,

To crack and leave some light in,

So needed after this month.

Just a day on the neuro floor.

Many people were there,

One chants dreamed up words,

One quietly wheels around,

One is bedridden,

One is lonely for his fiancee.

Some are recovering,

Most will remain there,

Living in their institutionalized world.

But for you,

There is more,

You'll be out of here soon,

For the time spent here,

Will seem as just one day,

Just a day

On the neuro floor.