Arriving to work in my mud-splattered truck,
Crossing into the sterile field of sanitized concrete,
I feel like something the cat dragged in,
Until I see the doctor chewing gum
With his hair sticking up uncombed;
And by the time the kitchen serves up
Black-eyed peas for luck,
I know the day is growing better
Despite the illness spreading everywhere;
And when the patient with dementia
Smiles and says my name,
I believe this could be a year of little miracles.
Posted for Poets United Wonder Wednesday #15 Chicken Soup for the Soul. Just remembering someone's name is a kindness.