Sterile Environment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching nurses and doctors walking back and forth,
taking care of other patients here in the E.R., a
sterile environment for sure.

Even though there are people vomiting, bleeding and
in excruciating pain, no telling what's going on most
of the time.

Settled on stretchers, I.V.'s in arms, bandages being
put on wounds, shots and medicine being given, an emer-
gency room is full of interaction.

People coming and going, needing treatment or support-
ing family members whose loved ones didn't make it, help-
ing them in whatever way they can.