A Nurse Calls To Care For You Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

A nurse calls to care for you.
For her, it's not just a procedure to give care.
And share the sweetness of her soul.
She's part of a team of carers.
Who comes to you daily and nightly
With a lifetime of self-sacrifice
Wishing only to comfort you and heal you
Heal you, body and soul.

A nurse calls to care for you.
She wants to assess your comfort.
She wants to assess if your needs are met.
It might be a means to an end to make her daily bread.
But she is truly shattered by your every storm.
And wants only to keep you safe and warm
She wants to navigate your pain.
And see you heal again.
For her, it's not just a procedure to give care.

For each heart is a mirror.
And hers isn't a stone thrown into a looking glass.
For her, it's not just a duty but a vocation.
To care for everyone
A nurse calls to care for you.
For her, it's not just a procedure to give care.
And share the sweetness of her soul.
Tell me, if she isn't a saint caring for your body and soul.

Oh, it's a testament to love; she's here again.
Folding your bedsheets around your bed with a smile.
Like an angel in the moonlight
Leaving your bedside light on and whispering goodnight.
Like a song rustling in the heather
Singing on borrowed time, taking care of your precious life.
Counting the stars, you hold her as the brightest each night.
Taking care of your body and soul.