Best Student Nurse Poems

The old man on my nursing shift,
held my hand with such a grip.
We both knew he was at death's door.
Would see his kith and kin no more.

I called for the priest, so ironic.
For a Prodestant, not such a tonic.
The rest of the patients slept sound.
While...

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We are thirteenish.
We meet.
I know.
She does not.
We meet at times
When home for hols.
Then I’m at varsity,
She’s a student nurse.
We meet more often.
Deep down I still know,
It’s clear she does not.
We qualify.
We split.
She’s in London,
I am not.
I’m in London,
She’s in Scotland.
She’s back in London,
I’m near Brighton.
We...

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