The
Light’s on
Means trouble
The aide jumps up
Races down the hall
There’s someone who needs help
It may take a few minutes
Or that aide is tied up hours
The others need to pick up the slack
They can’t be everywhere at the same time
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
Annette Rochelle Aben 
Hope you’re improving each day… ❤
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I am! Thank you ❤
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Very true, based on your recent experience, I expect.
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Absolutely
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A poem of action Annette and observation
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Our aides here, work their hind ends off
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Story of my life as a CNA. This kind of experience is now making me see the medical field in a different light and not with rose colored glasses.
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I completely understand
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And that is the best part that you actually do understand. Much love to your poem.
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