First Through Pearly Gates Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Decorated hospital beds lined and waiting, rider and pusher
anticipating the start of the race.

Halos and wings gathered together, a glittery prospect for
Mercy Hospice.

Excitement abounding, gathering momentum, parading down a
make-shift track, judging taking place with fun and humor.

Each department wanting to win, doing their best, running
like the wind.

Our turn has come and within seconds we have won! Beating
Home Health, we go on to the next heat.

Excitement mounting, we're running against the Emergency
department, this time they win, and we continuing racing
with each department until we're done.

Judges decisions are finally in - Mercy Hospice has won
first place for best decorated bed.

Pictures and plagues are all in order, we didn't do so
bad, because we lost to the final winner, 'Cool Runners'
from the Emergency Department.

A fun time was had, enjoyment, rejoicing and then it was
over, everyone went back to work with a smile on their face.