Daily Visits

She daily visits shut-ins, who
Might not see anyone at all
Except the staff that’s overworked,
Who scramble down the hall

She comes into each lonely room,
And does the best that love can do
To kiss the wounds that come with age
And leave the heart with very few

Of all the friends they long had known;
A life we’re all afraid of —
She daily visits shut-ins, for
It’s love that’s what
She’s made of

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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