She Is A Nurse

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