ONCE A CHAPLAIN

Some of them were in the hallway
sitting in wheel chairs.
Many of them were bent somehow
and seemingly unappealing.
A few could not leave their rooms:
bedridden, perhaps for years.

 

There was a time,I now recall
when I saw them every day —
got to know their names
and pieces of their history .
Sometimes we laughed together.
And we shared silences.

 

They changed me
just by their being with me
and I grew to love them.

 

This,  a small portion of my history
that still clings as a memory.

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