The Journey

As I enter my last couple of shifts as a Bedside nurse …. I thought why not blog about the journey, but in the Poetic way of course. Poem: The Chosen Path I took the chosen path, Only few are meant to take. The road not always easy, But well worth the wait. I had…

Hands Of A Healer

These are the hands of a healer, Blood tinged, And slightly bruised. Hands that held pressure to many wounds. Hands that did compressions thirty to two. Hands that held hands when news was grim. Hands that wiped tears when pognosis was slim. Hands that gave hope during the lowest of times. Hands that are miraculous,…

American Dream

America the free, America the beautiful, America made for me. America the kind , Not unjust, And unplagued, America the unbiased, Racial equal, And unscathed, America the peaceful, Diverse, And unique, America the brave, This is the American dream.

As I Start My Shift

As I start my shift, I must remember this. I don’t know what is ahead. A night of toils, trouble, or dread. Or will it be quiet. Not a sound to be heard. But IV poles, and call bed noise. I get a little nervous, As i walk in, Unknown circumstances, Just waiting for my…

Medicine

Medicine. A million diagnoses, But they only want one. A bundle of questions, With answers to some. Answers to what aches. And why am I so weak? Answers to what wakes. And why is life so bleak? Trust is what we are given, At the most vulnerable of times. Hope is what is needed, When…

To The Nurse

To the brave, The few, The chosen. The healing, Compassionate, The Serving. To the 12 hour shifts, And the coffee trips. From code browns, To code blues, To the ….. “I am happy to serve you.” To the long days, To a job that pays. And I wouldn’t trade it anyways! To late night tears…

To Cuba, With Love ❤💋

To Cuba, with love!May you shine bright.Classic cars that zoom the streets.Local stores; prim and neat.Cobblestone steps that pave the way.Cigars and Rum will make your day.Tropicana where they dance the night.Passionate people!So take flight!It’s with admiration I say,With much delight!To Cuba with love.A country so bright.

Brightest Of Things

What is a sunflower if not the brightest of things. If not a beauty to behold. A treasure to uphold, One of nature finer things, And our duty to preserve *Magnolia Garden and plantation in Charleston, South Carolina

She is….

She is confident they say, You can see it in her stride. She is daring they whispered, She looks you straight in the eye. Intelligent they sighed, Her only focus was to her books. A beauty they would say, Nice figure and good looks   She was lonely ..she’d scream, At home where no one…