The Red Cross Nurse Poem by Edith Matilda Thomas

The Red Cross Nurse

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The battle-smoke still fouled the day,
With bright disaster flaming through;
Unchecked, absorbed, she held her way—
The whispering death still past her flew.


A cross of red was on her sleeve;
And here she stayed, the wound to bind,
And there, the fighting soul relieve,
That strove its Unknown Peace to find.


A cross of red . . . yet one has dreamed
Of her he loved and left in tears;
But unto dying sight she seemed
A visitant from other spheres.


The whispering death—it nearer drew,
It holds her heart in strict arrest . .
And where was one, are crosses two—
A crimson cross is on her breast!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruta Mohapatra 02 October 2018

So touching! A great tribute to the Red Cross members and the service they so selflessly provide!

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Edith Matilda Thomas

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Chatham Center / Ohio
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