2005-07-27
� 7:41 a.m.
A thank you to nurses everywhere
Here's poem that I wrote a long time ago. It was written for my sister, Michele, who was just getting ready to graduate from nursing school. One of the highlights of my life was reading this poem to her graduating class. Even though it was written for Michele, it's a tribute to nurses everywhere. To One Who Would Become A Nurse
In these few lines of simple verse Which come unbidden, without rehearse I reveal to you the bitter curse Of the one who would become a nurse. 'Tis a foul and wretched curse indeed Such a thing might cause your soul to bleed Not unlike the ones who'll need Your tender touch, but cannot plead. The skill and knowledge you will learn Must heal those maladies undiscerned You must be clever, all times concerned For that child just brought, so badly burned. For the young, infirm, or heads of gray Who need your help to find their way Perhaps all night, bedside to stay So that they might live another day. The spirited lad who just got lice The noble woman, legs broken twice The man whose ulcer dislikes hot spice And the drunken driver's sacrifice. Cursed you are to always care A ready smile, kind words to share Scholarly advice and goodwill to spare Finding that vein that just MUST be there. All to nurture without compromise To feel the grief when a stranger dies The scream of life as a newborn cries The tears of joy in its mother's eyes. You must suffer all of these things The bed down the hall with squeaky springs The recovered heartbeat, the song it sings Yet the respect of death, and what he brings. Think not for a moment that you might fail Even when your eyes see skin so pale When your arms comfort the elder man�s wail Your pure golden heart will always prevail. There are so many things that you must do Your love and care must be ever true Your abilities shall see you through And from one you have aided, I'm thanking you. Timothy J. Stough 13Aug92 1:42am
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