In the flickering light of the lamp,
Despite the chilly night, air so damp,
She surveyed books so avidly read,
Studied the guidelines now in her head.
Time came: she departed for the war,
Sure she'd care for all those wounded sore.
Many followed as she left her stamp,
At night she'd be the lady with the lamp.
Florence Nightingale,
born on 12th may ,
was a British social reformer,
a statistician by day .
She was a nurse
who had a magic touch;
helped all the men around her
would never make a fuss .
She was called the lady,
the lady with the lamp
who'd come and provide aid
all throughout the camp.
Out of all the nurses,
she was one of the best
earning herself a royal red cross
she was surely better than the rest.
even though it's been
years since her passing
her impact in the world
feels everlastin
"The Lady with the Lamp," Florence Nightingale
Icon of Victorian culture. Her life, an exciting tale
White pinafore over colonial dress, she wore
She served as first woman nurse in The Crimean War
I have seen you in times of affliction
The lady with the lamp, you,
You healed the body and soul.
We sang with an enchanting flowing river, nonchalantly.
I have seen you in times of conviction
Humane you, soft-spoken you, the strength in you.
The wisdom of words inside us.
We sang in our enduring moments, with hope and aspiration.
Like a sparkling droplet on a grass, you,
Touch the life with all glory of the moment, an eternal one.
3-8-2020
Welcome?
Send me your tired and poor
Says the lady with the lamp
A symbolic marker
Of where to come camp
Come to the land of the free
We have much to offer
Can’t you see?
Stand in line
For multiple freebies
Don’t bother to work
We have your back
For us it’s common sense
That we lack
Enjoy the services
That we provide
For were too dumb to protest
I must confide
Use our laws against us
For we are to weak
To make a fuss
Does anyone wonder
Why we give so much?
Our generosity
Seems out of touch
To leave your home
And migrate here
And demand we serve you
You must revere
We will help you succeed and thrive
While our own struggle to survive
Push aside the homeless
There barely alive
Perhaps I complain too much
Maybe I’m the one
Out of touch
I have no desire
To deny anyone a chance
But our own come first!
Is what we need to romance
Anything left after that
Will gladly be given
To make you fat
So, with a regrettable sigh
Please pack your bags
And say goodbye
While we work to fix this lie
That we are all equal in the land of the free
Just as long as you pay me
Eric (and sometimes not)
Three cheers for feisty Florence Nightingale
Who took under her wing the wounded and the frail.
'The lady with the lamp' lit up those soldiers' lives.
Old age snuffed out her candle but her nursing legacy survives.
23/01/19
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Violets bring healing to the soul,
Colours care for the sick,
Like Florence Nightingale.
Her amethyst fragrance,
For the imagination,
Creativity, wisdom, dignity,
Pride and peace,
Spiritually calming emotions
Humbling in nature,
Brightening up rooms,
As the Lady with the lamp,
Nursed wounded soldiers,
Velvet scented petals!
Meditate her deep blue,
Serenity and tranquillity
Sanctuary for love,
White for innocence,
Pioneering blooms,
Velvet heart shaped leaves
Captivating and beautiful
Flowers,
Medication for life.
Wendy Jae
Wearing Florence Nightingale's cap proudly like the pioneer herself
Carrying closely in the heart the ethics and standards held by "the lady with the lamp"
Caring, loving, teaching and treating with the same light
More rules and wider visions to provide the best practice possible
A most emotionally and physically draining job
Countless hours at the job, sometimes countless hours of self neglect
It's the passion, it's the demand, it's the responsibility
But the fire never dies, you still want to go on
You still want to do more
The rewards, the joys, the memories
Of touching someone beyond their illness
Of rekindling the light in someone who has lost hope
Of reminding someone their purpose in life
Of teaching someone how do it again and maybe a little different
For continuation of life
But sometimes different emotions arise
Anger, frustrations and complains from patients or families
Sometimes you wish you could prevent that
Sometimes you hope you are not part of that
But it happens, it's a lesson, it can be treated and you can heal.
Come help me Florence Nightingale
I need your healing hands
I need your guiding lamp my lady
Meet my one demand
The people, oh they told me
That I’ll never be the man
If I don’t bow down to their decree
Then “Cursed by God, I am!”
Come be my saviour, Nightingale
To you I shall implore
There’s a righteous group of Christian Soldiers
Lurching on the floor
So help me if you find me
Locked behind the cellar door
And there I’ll rest like Edgar’s Raven
There, forever more
So wherefor art thou Nightingale?
If quoting Will I must
My visions of you on a steed
With lamp in hand I trust
And golden lace and silver trace
And diamond jewels incrust
But visions never saved a soul
For souls are all but rust
For now the feathered Nightingale
Can sing for me a song
The sweetest bird I ever heard
Has been here all along
For the Lady with the Lamp and healing hands
Could do no wrong
But I know that in my mind she stays
And that’s where she belongs
Still I whisper, dear Florence
Sing for me a song...
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