Tidy, white uniform, matched with white socks and shoes,
Nursing cap on, reporting for duty without any clues
If what could happen in the next two minutes;
When everything’s going to test our limits.


Empty stomachs go with full bladders,
Pounding hearts and working minds while saving others;
Stained suits and aching feet don’t matter,
As long as patients can feel better.


“Thank you’s” don’t come often,
Yet services come in perfect ten.
Unsatisfied clients approach with curses,
Taking it below the belt and belittle nurses.


Resentment subsides in a while,
The feeling is replaced with a smile.
Another shift comes to an end,
And all these twinges will mend.

 

Tidy, white uniform, matched with white socks and shoes,
Nursing cap on, reporting for duty without any clues
If what could happen in the next two minutes;
When everything’s going to test our limits.


The cycle goes on.

Published by Chiara Marie