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Take Care of Him, Nurse

Take care of him, nurse, as he sits in that chair.
Tend him with kindness when we are not there.
We know he is feeble, his memory gone too.
Nurse, if you only knew him the way that we do.

If you only knew him when he was young.
Bright sparkling eyes, so agile and strong.
He was alert, had a good memory too.
The questions you asked him, the answers he always knew.

He was clever medically, neighbours would come to our door
To get advice on their wounds, and he'd heal their sores.
He was a very good gardener, too.
On Sundays, friends would come to our home for the flowers and vegetables he grew.

But most of all nurse, he was a good father and friend
On whom his family could always depend.
Now the roles are reversed and it's our turn to care.
So take care of him nurse, when we are not there.

Lovingly composed by Mary Rodham, aged 44 (plus a bit more)