My call

by Rachel RTVW   Jan 3, 2007


Healing hands, knowledge is power.
We comfort others in their darkest hour.
Our kind words dry their tears,
Our competence calms their fears.
Surrounded by people plagued with disease,
Medical terms they can't conceive.
We explain in layman's terms,
Destiny decided by germs.

Sickness tears lives apart,
Some are old but young at heart.
Some are young and it's so sad,
Tragedy makes us all feel bad.
So we try to cure with pills,
They pray insurance will pay their bills.
I speak of nursing, it's my call
Empathy and hope, we give them all.

Copyright©2007 Rachel Barnett

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  • 17 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    This a touching story of the life of a nurse. Wow. You amaze me with the words of your poems written from experience. You have such a knack for these type of poems, I am sure you have been told that. I love them. Wonderful Job.
    Dixie

  • 17 years ago

    by in.need.of.a.lucky.charm

    It takes a special person to be a nurse, you should be really proud

    much love and many kisses,
    bex

  • 17 years ago

    by BECCA lessTHANthree

    COMMENT #5

    nice.. my moms a nurse too :D.. anyways lol the poem is once again.. SUPERB..the word choice is amazing.. the only thing is that the rhythem changes in the flow in the last two lines of the first stanza..

  • 17 years ago

    by Kaila

    Loved it especially the last stanza ur excellent
    *kaila*

  • 17 years ago

    by Minkus

    Sorry it took me so long to r/v/c yours; I didn't come on the site for a while.

    This is a great poem. The rhyming words are creative--no "do" and "to" for you. Also it seemed to flow well. 5/5.

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