Meghan Was the Bold Nurse

The ill woman lying silent in the steel wheelchair was a lady if elegance living in exuberant riches, who vividly remembers her as happy, generous, and fair? Somebody should honor her with hugs and kisses! Her fuzzy mind recreates wonderful images of adored faces, of the ones who stood at her side and exulted her kindness; why have they now abandoned her to a detrimental state? Have they suddenly forgotten that they shared her full plate? Meghan was the bold nurse who tended to wounded soldiers, her white uniform was often stained with their young blood; shouldn't we remember her now, not when she'll be under the sod? Keep her constant company and she'll talk about the cannons' blasts. Holidays come and go, she only hears Christmas carols... spiritual comfort is what Meghan needs in her profound loneliness; go visit her and bring her your friendship and prayer, they will be the best gifts she'll ever receive to ease her despair.