Social Worker Poems - Poems about Social Worker

Some say I’m a mean girl, but that’s not true I put on a facade when my heart’s feeling blue I enjoy camaraderie, conversation and silly fun And will be there for others until my life is done I enjoy feeling the sunny rays warming my face And being home in my garden, my peaceful place I enjoy watching and...

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Have you ever seen an abandoned child, cold and hungry, deluded and exiled. That’s why God made the Social Worker How about a mother who made a bad decision, then needed guidance, and a brand new vision. That’s why God made the Social Worker Imagine being old, helpless and all alone, then someone tries to take you from your home. That’s why God...

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What if he passes away at the age of forty? The servant who was the backbone of society Female self-esteem protector He interacted with the people and listened to their joys and sorrows. The populist leader The societal servant The owner of life for the sake of the lives of the poor That face that was not buried until the very last...

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The very first social worker...was brought to this world for you. He is the one true reason...you've decided to do what you do. He walked upon this earth...with only one task at hand. To help all of God's children...and to give us all he had. Don't ever forget...what the son of God came here to do. He dedicated his short...

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I will save them all I will take them out of this hovel. I will rescue children one at a time. They are babies, after all. Helpless before I arrived. It is her first day as a social worker. She is proud, of her degree, and her badge. Makes her first home visit. Calls her supervisor, concerned. Supervisor seems bored, uninterested. Next call...

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My favorite social worker let me know he had taken a new job. I had instant opposite feelings. I am happy he has the opportunity toward his dream job. Glad for him and his family. He will have a serious pay bump. Sad for us though. Especially our children. They adore him. He is irreplaceable. No one can come in and be loved Like he...

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His hand reached out to mine, open, Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding, Form and blush outlined his expectations, But I could see that there may be fear inside. Mary restated their predicament, That the child was born out with the marriage bond, And that people were swaying to the opposite side,...

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Net working hard, Even to the UNO,ILO and HR organizations, Twenty four hours a day, All the seven days, All holidays, No quota of leave, Unpaid, Free, A genuine social worker!...

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