A nurse is a professional,
In all situations, strong and true.
When all around her is chaos,
She calmly does what she has to do.

When the winds of distress are blowing,
And family members huddle like a frightened flock,
The nurse is the eye of the storm,
Safe and solid as a rock.

Never will you see her weeping,
Or showing regret over a battle that was lost.
For she is a nurse.
A professional at all cost.

But, at home in the darkness of her bedroom,
Where no one, except God, can see or hear,
She drops her face into her hands,
And between her fingers rolls a tear.

And then the tears form a steady stream,
As she cries for those she lost.
She cries for those in pain,
And for the families who must bear the cost.

She knows that death is not always bad,
But the thought helps little to ease her pain.
As she remembers each and every face,
And hears each and every name.

And when her emotions are empty,
And the tears will no longer flow,
She puts back on her uniform,
And, once more, gets ready to go.

For once again she will smile,
And be the rock, strong and true.
For she is a professional,
A nurse with a job to do.

By David Yarbrough
7-10-01
For my wife Teri, a caring person and a "DAMN GOOD" RN!

Thankyou, David. Another wonderful Poem!

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