The • Nurse
The Nurse is Special, Hand-picked by God.
Dressed in a white gown, hat, and shoes - a red cross as a symbol of Love.
Dedicating endless hours of Her energy, drained by the seconds and more.
She holds the hands of Her dying patients - as they leave this world's door for something more.
The Nurse has a caring heart, accompanied by a passionate soul.
This IS Her life's purpose, the one and only goal.
So, when your loved one becomes too hard to care for, especially on your own.
A Nurse is the first to greet them and make sure they feel at home.
We leave our families, more often than not - on a daily basis.
To take excellent care of yours, tending to their life's everyday basics.
Us Nurses sometimes go unnoticed, our pay is worth less than the shit we clean up.
For a CNA is the main Eyes and Ears for a company that can be so corrupt.
On the bottom of a company's chain ladder, a CNA is hardly ever praised.
Not to mention underpaid with not a single promise of getting a raise.
We're made to clock-in, so we can immediately start our morning.
By first waking up our residents, to fully dress them and assist with the potty.
Sometimes, it is nearly impossible, to do what all needs to be done.
But as soon as things aren't finished, the boss gets a chance to turn angry and come undone.
Not knowing damn good and well for themselves what all we must do.
So, unless you don't want each old person in here smelling like poo.
Maybe the boss should just be quiet and tend to the paperwork SHE must do.
But before you start to talk down on a precious Nurse, please try to remember that God's paint brush planned on painting Her first.
And right there next to the Nurse, he then created the Farmer.
From then on he was careful not to trade one or barter.
'Cause when a Nurse finally dies, Her wings must be fitted so gently and so kind.
For a Nurse is the cure for all that has been cursed and doesn't quite rightly work.
And still, even after She's carried off in Her herse . . . .
She will look down on the world and begin to smile on the newest batch of caretakers.
Always to be spilling LIFE and LOVE into the golden cup at God's table.
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© QueenWillow
Dressed in a white gown, hat, and shoes - a red cross as a symbol of Love.
Dedicating endless hours of Her energy, drained by the seconds and more.
She holds the hands of Her dying patients - as they leave this world's door for something more.
The Nurse has a caring heart, accompanied by a passionate soul.
This IS Her life's purpose, the one and only goal.
So, when your loved one becomes too hard to care for, especially on your own.
A Nurse is the first to greet them and make sure they feel at home.
We leave our families, more often than not - on a daily basis.
To take excellent care of yours, tending to their life's everyday basics.
Us Nurses sometimes go unnoticed, our pay is worth less than the shit we clean up.
For a CNA is the main Eyes and Ears for a company that can be so corrupt.
On the bottom of a company's chain ladder, a CNA is hardly ever praised.
Not to mention underpaid with not a single promise of getting a raise.
We're made to clock-in, so we can immediately start our morning.
By first waking up our residents, to fully dress them and assist with the potty.
Sometimes, it is nearly impossible, to do what all needs to be done.
But as soon as things aren't finished, the boss gets a chance to turn angry and come undone.
Not knowing damn good and well for themselves what all we must do.
So, unless you don't want each old person in here smelling like poo.
Maybe the boss should just be quiet and tend to the paperwork SHE must do.
But before you start to talk down on a precious Nurse, please try to remember that God's paint brush planned on painting Her first.
And right there next to the Nurse, he then created the Farmer.
From then on he was careful not to trade one or barter.
'Cause when a Nurse finally dies, Her wings must be fitted so gently and so kind.
For a Nurse is the cure for all that has been cursed and doesn't quite rightly work.
And still, even after She's carried off in Her herse . . . .
She will look down on the world and begin to smile on the newest batch of caretakers.
Always to be spilling LIFE and LOVE into the golden cup at God's table.
skc 040921
© QueenWillow