She Is A Nurse Poem by Randy McClave

For her task
She wears a mask
For 12 plus hours a day,
She walks the hall
She cares for one and all
Then she's on her way.
Wherever she is needed
She is never conceded
Urgently she is always there,
An angle in blue
Words never spoke so true
For all she truly does care.
She has been called a saint
Which is quite quaint
Especially when holding someone down,
She is a caregiver
She will always help and deliver
Even with blood or spit on her gown.
She wears her signature dress
Being scared she'll never confess
As into the abyss she has stared,
She is ready to fight
With her wits and all her might
To help others she is always prepared.
She pushes a cart
To treat the soul and the heart
With hope and sympathy she does disperse,
She is a salvation
One of Gods greatest creation
She of course is a nurse.

Randy L. McClave