THE HOUSE THAT NEVER SLEEPS
(The VA Hospital)
BY Jean Burbine
I work in the house that never sleeps.
It hides the smiles of the man who weeps.
They come with a limp, with a faltering walk.
Some with a smile for they cannot talk.
Men come with their pain, their fading sight
and find a helping hand from the angels in white.
“Let me push your chair, let me help you walk.”
“Let me be your eyes, and your tongue to talk.”
And all through the night as the rays of dawn creeps,
they stand by your side in the house that never sleeps.
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
a very touching piece.
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Thank you. My aunt wrote it and sent it to me many years ago, for my newsletter I was writing back then. It is so awesome to find pieces of people we love, long after they have moved to Heaven.
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