Amber Flounders, an adult nursing student, talks about her experiences of caring for older people in the form of a poem.
Her wrinkled hand searches through the sheets,
In hope of some strength from the person it meets.
Eyelids shut fierce, frightened of the unknown,
Cradled like a baby she crys and moans.
A 79 year-old lady screams out for her mum,
“It’s just her dementia, she means her son”
Said the doctor, as he walked away.
“Has she taken her medication today?”
The nurse unsatisfied returned to the bed,
She comforted the patient and cradled her head.
“I want my mum” the patient said.
“Don’t be silly your mother is dead”
Said the patient from the opposite bed.
What happened next is a memory that’ll stay
As a 100 year-old lady walked into the bay,
With a stick by her side and a smile with no teeth,
Arms open wide with shuffling feet.
A career of memories cherished in our hearts,
So let us remember where our journey starts.
A nieve 18 year old entering this course,
Now holds the hands of dying men, offers family support.
The opportunity to see life, death and the difficulties along the way
Has opened my eyes to the world, made me stronger everyday.
Twenty years of nurse education
Encompases sleepless nights, true dedication.
So let us celebrate the things we can achieve
Pass on the gift of nursing, and all that we believe.
Amber Flounders is a current nursing student, adult branch