It's a rainy Tuesday morning at an early time of day;
as I sit at my breakfast table my feet begin to sway.

My mind drifts to the dawn of just the other day;
I decided to visit a new friend
to hear what she had to say.

She has an unique way about her
of a different style
So I took a seat to settled down
to stay for just awhile.
I skimmed through All the seasons
she had gathered and compiled
Alas! I eyed a verse of hers
and my lips begin to smile.

She has a gift of encouraging words
and that of healing hands
To be a friend and a kindred spirit
is marvelously super Grand!

To Know that "At This Very Moment",
she makes weary heart's content,
as she listens to sounds of prayers
and to dying souls repent.

She holds their hand to raise their heads
as they're laying in their beds
Whispers gentle words of comfort
happily giving them their meds.

It's her job to keep them company
assuring they're never alone
to bow with them in silent prayer
the very moment their souls atone

'Tis the honor and privilege
of the nursing ladies and gents
A prevalent premise of the many ways
their time on earth is spent

We Hail to Ye who spread light and love
all around the Universe
and to they who mend wounds and heal spirits
Every day throughout "Allseasonsverse"

Frankly speaking, she is not only __
one of the many few
She's a loving and kind friend of new __
and one of my many first.

Thank you for your service and friendship!

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Copyright © Niyna DeSangre
            11062018



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