The Nurse

An Original Poem In Honor Of Rachel Virginia Lindsay. By Adella Weaver Robison

The Nurse

Adella Weaver Robison

There’s a sweet, sweet nurse
In a white white dress,
Whose touch to a wound
Is a soft caress
Whose low tender voice,
Lulls a tired brain
Into a peaceful sleep
Much needed rest to gain.
When the call comes
Whether daytime or night
Without question she slips
On her dress of white,
And hurries out,
Perhaps a night
Perhaps a day.
This Dear Dear Nurse
Is God’s special gift,
To a suffering world.
She their loads can lift.
He endowed her with
Unselfish character,
And he loved to work
Hand in hand with her.
Kind angel of mercy
She gives her best
Her time, her talents,
Her strength and rest.
Healing and blessing
In her own gentle way,
Her lifetime for others
Gives Dear Aunt Ray.
He gave to her feet
Such a quiet tread,
And a cool hand
To ease a fevered Head.
He gave her a smile
To light the dark way
Of the dying; her name
Is the last they say.
Though sometimes to her
Life might empty seem.
She has filled more lives
Than she ever could dream,
With sunshine and sympathy.
And all is recorded
In heaven above ...
Each Doctor appreciates
The help that she lends
For he knows his own
Success depends
Upon her; calm and
Attentive she stands,
Silently obeying
His quick commands.
When for Aunt Ray Lindsay
This life is o’er
She shall have all the things
She has missed and more
And Jesus shall smile
As he offers a crown
To the nurse who never
Turned anyone down.

 


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