4d
You can feel the bond binding
The Sisters in tune,
See familiarity
Permeating the room.
Chatter colliding
Like magpies in Spring
And the dancing of eyes
Is a wonderous thing.
Nurses together
At lunch in the sun
On a hillside Okato
Where the gossip's begun.
A unique sense of humour
Shared amongst they
Who delve, resolutely,
Into lifesaving fray.
A breed of Sisters
Who willingly give
Of themselves for others
So that others may live.
Magnificence here
As the chatter surrounds
While the old world sails on
Unaware of the Crowns...
Crowns, so deserving,
So desperately due....
To these Sisters of Mercy
Who look after you.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
The Sisters in tune,
See familiarity
Permeating the room.
Chatter colliding
Like magpies in Spring
And the dancing of eyes
Is a wonderous thing.
Nurses together
At lunch in the sun
On a hillside Okato
Where the gossip's begun.
A unique sense of humour
Shared amongst they
Who delve, resolutely,
Into lifesaving fray.
A breed of Sisters
Who willingly give
Of themselves for others
So that others may live.
Magnificence here
As the chatter surrounds
While the old world sails on
Unaware of the Crowns...
Crowns, so deserving,
So desperately due....
To these Sisters of Mercy
Who look after you.
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
For the magnificent coterie of magpies
who gathered together, noisily, at our table this Sunday lunchtime,
All quite oblivious of the deep regard in which, each and every one of them is held by all who dwell in their, Oh so demanding, world of Professional Nursing.
For Annie, Deb, Helen and my darling Janet
All NZRN.
who gathered together, noisily, at our table this Sunday lunchtime,
All quite oblivious of the deep regard in which, each and every one of them is held by all who dwell in their, Oh so demanding, world of Professional Nursing.
For Annie, Deb, Helen and my darling Janet
All NZRN.
(80/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)
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