I am the lolly-pop lady with the fun hair,
I ironed the crispy-white shirt you wear.
I hand you a coffee with a sweet smile
And massage away your pain for a while.
I teach you my language and I have been learning yours,
I listen to your heart-beat and find the right cures.
I serve you some produce from a faraway land
And when you are dying I will hold your hand.
By Barbara Boyle