A Life Of Service Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

When working at Little Sisters of the Poor always being chosen to take care of the nuns and priests who were dying, along with any of the other patients who were also dying.

Loving the level of spirituality finding self in, doing whatever needed to be done, going above and beyond always, knowing these people would by dying soon.

A few years ago volunteering with hospice and the dying children, loving to bring joy and happiness into their innocent lives for moments in time.

Sometimes bringing my two sons with me so they could play with
them on Nintendo, helping the kids have some normal time to play and forget about dying for moments in time.

It was such a rewarding experience, one that has stayed with this mere poet through the years - also having taken care of a priest - a survivor of that infamous Death March, he told of things that went on, his stories were heart-breaking for sure.