The Moya View

Oncology Nurse

Every touch is a devotion,

every soft phrase a prayer

to life, to continue living.

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A nightingale, a dove

gowned in heavenly blue

a ministering survival chant.

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Thank you

and double checks

are abundant.

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They minister

consistent kindness

for they live

among the blasted.

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There is no sniping,

no rivalries,

just respect and support.

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They are special.

They are there by choice.

They work double shifts

or come in on short staff days.

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The cancer center has regular hours

No Nights. No weekends.

Burn out it is low. Effort is high.

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Their patients are a pretty grateful lot,

so their compassion comes easily

from the first tuck to the last.

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The nurse knows

some will sleep

and some will awake.

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Everyone dies,

but today they

will be spared,

–

for tomorrow

is nearly far off

in the rising sun light.


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One response to “Oncology Nurse”

  1. carolineshank Avatar

    This is a wonderful tribute. An excellent poem. Great job

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