Wishful Thinking But then I remember why I’m doing these

things
By: Jheva Gene A. Raffiñan
Because I love doing them, and to my
dreams I cling
I pull out my uniform, in all its whiteness
and glory Ahhhh!

I put it on, fix my hair, and do my brows

quickly
Ah, I’m using a new shade of lipstick today
I smear the blush on, and paint a smile on
my face
I gather my things, knowing everything is
inside
I lock the door, and I beam with pride
All ready for my duty at the hospital!
I roam around the halls, occupied with the
things I am assigned—
My instructor calls me, right, I almost
forgot
“I’m on it, ma’am”
And I shuffle around before it escapes my
mind
Phew!
I’m dead beat, but I have a dinner date
with my friends and I miss them so much
A few hours of nap would do
And then I’m back to studying for an exam
I need to crash
A new born baby is so cute
So tiny and precious, so blissfully
unaware
I don’t know how mothers do it
All I could do only is stare
There’s a whole new big world out there
Full of beautiful people and things
It’s a big, big world that rings
And it’s all ours to share
Today I am far, I am away from home
In a hospital I am not familiar with
But I’m all too ready to roam
In our home wearing plain t-shirt
Thinking splash of blood on my shirt
Wonderful memories remembering
And I tell you all of this, in melancholy
and wishful thinking
Because all of this would have happened,
If the horrible pandemic didn’t

Most times I think, things are taking a toll

I barely sleep, I barely crawl