The waiting relatives blues


How long has he been sitting there, is he  all right. how has he waiting do any of you care? believe it or not he has been there all night.

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Has he had a cup of tea or anything to eat, no he has been there worrying tapping his fingers and his feet. Has anyone spoken to him told him what is going on, he brought his sick dad in here last night and now it ten hours on do you think that can be right!

How many times have you passed him by while he has been waiting here he looks so concerned, not one of you has offered him anything do you really think that fair.

What harm would it of done to make him a cup of tea or just sat there and talked to him don’t tell me you’ve had no time free. Would it really hurt you to put your book or knitting down , or stop your conversation don’t look at me and frown. These people are not here for fun these people have friends or family ill why can’t you care a little for them a few words or a touch are worth more than any pills.

No need to look at me askance that poor lad has been there long enough for you to comfort or help him out, you have blown it now,you’ve had your chance. I hope that if you ever find yourselves sitting in his shoes  you never have to suffer the waiting relatives blues.


I was speaking to a friend today and she told me how she had had to spend a night in the local hospital waiting for news about her father, traipsing from A&E to CCU waiting in corridors nothing to eat or drink. Nurses and Drs alike ignoring her,  skilfully avoiding eye contact not bothering to talk or even smile.

This is so much the way of things today. No one cares, the milk of human kindness has dried up. A woman on her own in distress and people not only ignored her they made a point of ignoring her. Sadly at this time last year she lost her husband to cancer in this same hospital. As she told me it is too raw too close, probably all she needed was a friendly look or word.

I was in that hospital too, for a month, after my accident. I dreaded the nights when the nurses at the nurse’s station all but had a party every night and every mealtime was a joke. As I could not move ( being in a body corset ) unless someone ( not nursing staff) was not there to help I missed out on food! I am not going into all that it is not what I am writing about tonight !

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. rumpydog
    Jun 26, 2012 @ 22:48:37

    How sad for that lady…. if only we valued the intangibles like compassion the way we do fancy handbags or blue chip stocks, things would be so different….. but that’s not the way we do things is it?


  2. Ian Moone
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 05:27:09

    quite touching post


  3. Wendell A. Brown AKA The Brown One Poet
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 14:34:15

    W e know not what a person is bringing to our life at a first glance, But even if it is only sharing conversation, buying a meal or a ride, or a drink, or clothes, i gurantee when you share your heart, your spirit will feel a lot better than when you simply walk away or turn away! You have to live with those feelings, and they certainly will remind you when hard times touch your life. Sometimes we entertain angels and we walk away from a gift to your life! I was walking in Ohau one day and it was 99 degree and hot in Honolulu. There was a guy walking with a coat on asking people for change, and he came to us and my wife was scared because he was unshaven, unkept with a large beard, and i gave him all i had in my pocket! As i turned around to look to see where he went, he was not there anymore! We were in an open space and you could see a couple hundred yards in each direction…only seconds after i gave him the cash he was gone! My wife is still haunted by that chance meeting because she did not give him anything! When i lost my job and became totally disabled i went from over 100,000 a year to 24,000 a year and it was a struggle to save the house and keep a resemblence of life going for my wife and daughter. But each night i thanked God because it could’ve been worse. I could have lost all the material things, maybe be homeless! I had faith that God would always be with me. Each day i prayed only the lords prayer unless i prayed for someone else who was sick or in trouble which i do very easily. But i spoke to God of his promise to give me my “Daily Bread” And he has kept me. What i am saying is that when you give to others from a loving spirit our God in turn will reward you when your hard times come, and he will send someone/s, to aid and support you! I have never seen one who has faith in the Lord be neglected! Remember to plant seeds of love, it helps those who do not beleive wonder why they received a blessing and when you pass by they will think of God! And thank Him for it will touch the deepest parts of their hearts. When you share love and what you have, you emulate the finest qualities of our God, for He came serving, why cannot we also. Great poem! I enjoyed it very much, and i know that our Father did also…becuase it is one of His messages through you!!!


  4. willowdot21
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 14:45:31

    Thank you for that amazing answer, strange but you always seem to give me the helping hand I need to get through the day. Yes I know we need to offer ourselves before any one is likely to smile back. I do and so often I am slapped down by either a blank stare or a head turning away , yet when you do get the connection it is wonderful sometimes electric . A smile a word a gentle touch cost nothing . No doubt the lord sat with the man in my poem and also he sat with my friend , though she may not of known that.
    I am so honoured that you think I am passing on a message straight from the Lord. Yes that is a lovely feeling. Thank you.


  5. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 19:54:33

    Wow. What was your accident? A month in hospital is pretty serious. I had a friend who had a car accident & broke 2 legs & one arm & when he got out of the rehabilitation hospital, he wrote about his treatment, the staff, everyone overlooking him, addressing him in the third person. This was a good one, Willowdot21, but I don’t reckon the milk of human kindness has dried up. I just wonder why, seriously, they are in that job (of care) ?

    Hope you are in good form today, & the accident is way past. 🙂


    • willowdot21
      Jun 27, 2012 @ 20:09:42

      I broke my back three years ago, ( it was the second time I have broken my back) But yes I had to have two operations and the attitudes of some of the nurses really were lacking. Mind you the point of the poem is about the poor relatives who just get ignored! Thanks for caring about me I am working hard at being fit,and I have good days and bad days but today is a good day!!


  6. Mira Jay
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 20:15:04

    Peace & Light


  7. eof737
    Jun 29, 2012 @ 20:24:27

    I know that experience too well… and when I started crying, they acted like it was someone else’s fault that they ignored by requests for help… Sad really. 😦


  8. zendictive
    Jul 04, 2012 @ 14:52:19

    been working 16 days straight, today..I am catching up (~_~)


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