Where Dreams Come True

Holding my head high and landing down my feet
A greener fence I found and wondered what’s out there
Dressed in white and nightingale on my side
The candle burning and a different life began
Homage starts and love for duty sits on a rocking chair
When beauty fades and senses dull and dark
A wrinkling hand reaching out for compassion and love
Devoid of strength and energy of youth
A sudden shiver of fear and uncertainty I felt
With tears like pearls down my cheeks, an old woman I saw
Not in white but in a shaded blue
I watched intently as if like watching a film
The old woman looking fragile figuring her way around
She thought she knew the place and could smell that familiar air
Then a warm and caring hand held her thoughts away
And I could hear someone saying, you’ll be fine, Ms. Jo
How wonderful life’s mystery is
Round in circles tears and laughter may come
Yet one will certainly receives what one gives
So deep in my thoughts that I forgot, my resident was waiting for me
Holding her hand, I walked her down the corridor of our found ‘home’.
A home where love and care are felt everywhere
Home to my vocation and home to my resident
A place where dreams of the souls come true
Bless this country for its diversity
Bless this ‘home’ for its great deed of honour.