The
Essence of Nursing
cycle
of life
as a nurse
I watch it spin
newborns
first cry
proud parents smile
. . . cry
as do I
my
name off his lips
tears of joy until the
final
uncertain goodbye
holding
my breath
.
. . with a smile
so the patient doesnt
know
old,
fragile hands
reach for comfort
. . . intertwine with mine
no
glory or applause
only satisfaction within
. . . the art of healing
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