Ask, Listen, ….Don’t!
A poem by Julie Newcombe
You can see the video of this poem here
Ask, listen, don’t be the physician
Who thought he knew better than mum ever could.
For he left her with tears that won’t dry through the years
And he sent her boy home in a coffin of wood.
Ask, listen, don’t be the commissioner
Who moved a girl miles from her family home.
Was it better than giving community living
So she silently weeps in her bed all alone?
Ask, listen, don’t be the closed council
Who held secret meetings we couldn’t attend.
When your Friday night emails lack accurate details,
There are bridges of trust that will just never mend.
Ask, listen, don’t be the headteacher
Who sent a child home when he didn’t fit in.
For the lesson to teach is we’re all within reach
And to celebrate difference and talent within.
Ask, listen, don’t be the professional
Who spoke all the jargon but didn’t relate.
When your sympathy’s small, you’re worth nothing at all.
In the end what you offer’s too little, too late.
Ask, listen, don’t be the provider
Who took all the cash but had nothing to give.
Relentless abusers of your ‘service users’,
All those people forgotten, their lives never lived.
Ask, listen, don’t hide from the problem
For that’s when the problem is probably you.
Forget isolation and start conversations
As you take up the banner of ‘Ask Listen Do’.
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.