Nurse Nicole, with calmest eyes,
Moves through halls where silence lies—
Right hand steady, strong, and sure,
To Dr. Gabriel, she is pure.
Level-headed in the fray,
Guiding hearts from night to day,
With hands that heal and words that mend,
A fierce protector, faithful friend.
In every room, her kindness glows,
Like rivers where the soft wind blows,
Or streams that twist through shaded land—
She reaches out with healing hands.
She speaks in tones both firm and low,
Where pain and panic often grow,
And patients, lost in weary hours,
Feel her strength like sudden flowers.
Among green leaves and tangled trees,
She finds her peace in ocean breeze,
But never shuns the blood or bone,
The mess of life—she stands alone.
Empathy flows like summer rain,
Through aching hearts, through fear and strain,
And though the world may spin and call,
She’s busy, still, among us all.
A light in white, with soul so wide,
She walks where mortal hearts collide,
A woman made of will and grace—
The world feels safer in her place.
Loretta Jane Swit
always possessed of great wit
wasn’t content slinging hash
and became head nurse in MASH
Wanted one selfless person or a team of two
Must have patience and empathy
Must be loving and forgiving and giving
Must be willing to put your life or lives on hold for eigtheen years
Take your completed application and see the head nurse
She is holding your assignment
And it needs a diaper change
FIRST TIME EVER, I SAW SON’S FACE
From very moment he was born
into world, with piercing cry came.
Don’t ask how when I heard him
knew life would never…be the same.
This verified by the head nurse,
“noise in nursery, is your son’s fault.”
he’s got all the babies crying
and nurses, turning…tumble salts.
I’ll admit, joined them crying too,
cry signaled, start of his new life.
Realize the second, he was born
changed me to MOM…not just a wife.
Intense sense of joy just knowing
he’d changed my world, to better place.
Moment I gazed into his bright eyes
and saw his smiling… dimpled face.,
I thanked God, he answered my prayers
through years, I’d feel deep sense of pride
As in my heart I visualized
My life with My son…by my side.
July 21-2018 copyright
I was born Sept 8th
Paul born Sept. 14, 1973( Be 45 soon )
one's from japan
one's from ukraine
one is from turkey
two are from spain
one speaks portuguese
another korean
two speak mongolian
though none speak armenian
one likes thick coffee
another aromatic tea
one tokes up on a hookah
one fancies me
one's here on a visa
a second's an asylee
three are new immigrants
for them nothing's free
one was a surgeon
one a head nurse
a third was a physicist
here they'll do worse
one's here alone
two got divorced
three are now roomates
to split the rent, perforce
one gets splitting headaches
another the chills
a third is congested
so many are ill
one is quite homesick
one could care less
another's family disowned her
her life's a big mess
all are my students
so eager to learn
to improve their 'poor English'
~ there's money to earn
Note: The students all think, to a man/woman, that their English is "poor." It's not. International students are 'driven,' and in more than a few cases their English borders on excellent...At worst, it's functional...
When in that hospital bed, day after day
With all the intrusions that got in the way
One more therapist coming into my room
Or a doctor arrived spreading facts of gloom.
Tho the nurses were kind, they kept charging in
From morning thu night just as sleep would begin
So, one day I’d had enough, and I let out a shout
I ask the head nurse, “Please keep everyone out”
I need to be left alone, have a good cry
To ask God, “Why me”, then on Him I’d rely
After a good night’s sleep, hopelessness was gone
And with renewed purpose, knew I could move on.
What do you do when that last straw breaks your back?
You get out of bed, and get yourself back on track!
Nurses
So you worked as a nurse,
where the real work is done,
where you are taking them to toilets,
and showering them some,
Where the snotty little upstarts,
New sisters on the ward,
Busy popping pills,
Wont help you, so annoyed,
If you dare to ask,
A lift with fat boy Floyd,
Class distinction, rears up it's big head,
When they look down so smart,
wont make up a bed,
Jumped up little upstarts,
Think they’re better than you, ned,
So then you dare to ask the head nurse,
For some help out on the ward,
And then you are told to “suck it up,
For wages you’re employed,”
An appreciation slice,
So sweet an SO nice,
To the Robot-Android….
Don Johnson
One of me 100 jobs…
I had a Head Nurse that was just born mean
The ugliest woman I'd ever seen
A voice like sharp ice
Never could be nice
She made old Nurse Ratchet seem like a queen
IMMIGRANTS
Used to play cards Friday evening in Dublin
With immigrant Soviets who had come west to work..
Guy mopping the floor in hotel café used to be
A scientist in some Soviet space program.
Took my breath away.
One woman was the ex-head nurse of
The Accident and Emergency unit
In a major Kiev hospital, specializing in eye injuries -
She could save your injured eye and save your life.
She was a toilet cleaner in the hotel.
Took my breath away
A bed-maker in the hotel was an ex-mathematician
From a university in Minsk. I did some card tricks.
He could understand the tricks purely mathematically
And could predict the exact card statistically.
Took my breath away.
The waitress in the café where we used to meet
Had been a teacher of handicapped children in Moscow.
How is this waste of talent possible
In a world where the needs of many are not met ?
Takes my breath away.
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