The Other Side of the Desk

Memory does not always come in words
but wafts through the air in emotion and feelings glowing with remembered kindness, laughter and respect.

Being the watcher of the emotional memory,  brings tears to the eyes with exquisite heartache.

Being the watcher of these gentle and painful soul connections is an honour that many nurses share in hushed silence.

Taking the hand of a lost mom or dad, brother or sister
is humbling and powerful.

Memory does not always come in words
but wafts through the air in emotion and feelings 
like the fleeting aroma of lilacs or roses in full bloom.

“Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.”

~ Thomas More