Monastery of the Visitation




The Nurse

The world grows better year by year
because some nurse in her little sphere
puts on her apron, grins and sings,
and keeps on doing those same old things.

Taking the temperatures, giving the pills,
to remedy mankind of numerous ills.
Feeding the baby, answering the bells.
being polite with a heart that rebels.

Longing for home, and all the while
wearing the same old professional smile.
Blessing the newborn babe's first breath,
closing the eyes that are still in death.

Taking the blame for the doctors mistake,
Oh dear, what a lot of patience it takes!
Morning and evening, noon and night,
just doing it over and hoping it's right.

Going off duty at nine o'clock,
tired, discouraged and ready to drop,
but called back on special at nine-fifteen
with woe in her heart that must not be seen.

When they lay down their caps and cross the bar
dear Lord will you give them just one little star
to wear in their crowns with their uniforms new
in that city above where the head nurse is YOU!