Nurse Today Poem by James McLain

Thinking..as I watch her..she..
Knows I can not move..not..
Even one moon..not even..
One half..as my arm hangs..
Off to the side..with all the..
Movement it all ways does..
Get in the way..
I..wish..I..wish..I..
Could thank the nurse for..
Those soft hands..
in a warm bowl of..
Soapy..
..they make it..
Impossible to think....
While my heart bursts..
..And she knows....as the sun..
That I can never shrink from it..