Daleen Enslinstrydom (25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)
Florence Nightingale of the kitchen
In the kitchen at Meals on wheels
she is like the lady with the lamp,
she dishes out food with love
in a hundred and ten small bowls
that is set in a row.
Food is made with care,
her hair is tightly tied in a bun,
and her hands have never stopped working
in all of twenty years.
All the food is neatly packed
and are send of in different cars
and her heart goes
with each and every dish.
All of them have got
faces and names and a story attached
and this lady does not only give food,
she gives with her whole heart.
At every single house she waits for a moment,
chats about every day things,
and sympathies with loses
and she even sheds a tear here and there.
The kitchen is her hospital
from where she dishes out
food, compassion and love
and she gives more than herself
and is our own Florence Nightingale of the kitchen.
[A tribute to Mrs. Cathy Visser of Springs Meals on wheels.]
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