Before my first up of coffee, a poem by Lexi Flint

February 5th 2014

Before my first cup of coffee,

the call light is ringing.

I am not ready.

It is too early to think.

My brain is still foggy from lack of sleep.

Yet on squeaky rubber soles

I gently enter your room

to fluff your pillow,

silence you alarm,

ease your pain,

or hold your hand

Whatever you need

to calm your fears

I am there.

I am a nurse.

 

Before my second cup of coffee

I am pressing on your chest

pounding to the rhythm in my head

“Ah ,Ah, Ah, Ah ,Staying Alive, Staying Alive”

100 compressions a minute

Sweat dripping down my face

in a race to save your life

two minutes to check and see

if my rhythm

has restored your rhythm.

 

By the third cup of coffee

my adrenaline is pumping

I am ready to start my day

Four hours into a twelve hour shift

I still have charting left undone

but there are call lights to answers,

meds to give,

bedpans to empty,

hands to hold

and lives to save.

I enter the next room on my list.

“Hi my name is Lexi,

I will be your nurse today.

How can I help you?”

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2 Comments

Filed under Black Authors, Lexi Flint, poetry

2 responses to “Before my first up of coffee, a poem by Lexi Flint

  1. very nice poem, with emotion, empathy & vividness.

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