Compassion's Rose

For a nurse named Rose

A garden will flourish, when in its need
falls under the care of compassion's Rose;
whose strength will carry love to every seed ~
the love that healing lives naturally grows.

For all the flowers growing in our hearts,
we look for confidence to be nourished.
The petals of a rose is where it starts;
on velvet beauty, where our hope is wished.

Though some will wilt and be destined to die ~
will softly fall where Nature's bed is made;
the cycle will renew to reach the sky,
where loving memories will never fade.

So, touch a Lily of the Valley white;
then smell the fragrance healthy flowers bring.
You'll feel the warmth of Rose's light ~
when ailing blossoms thrive, our nurses sing!

2023

Author's Note

When someone asked how I was doing I said improving, under the care of a caring rose. I got to thinking nurses are like gardner's, nursing all of us flowers back to health. My nurse Rose said her favorite flower was a Lily of the Valley. That's how that got in there.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Lilies and roses, so hard to kill, every year they show up...even when we don't replant.
the nourishment must come from above...
a nurse named Rose, an angel from above.
j.

[William Michael Reeves]

Nourishment is love. Theirs because they care. Ours because they chose to share. The energy grows like wildflowers. She was my nurse years ago, and I landed in her garden again. I guess a good nurse is hard to kill too.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Lovely work. I hope you let her read it.

[William Michael Reeves]

I did. She said nobody had ever written a poem for her. A friend happened to be visiting and it turned into one of those poetic moments we write for. One of the aides said they should post it in front of the hospital. That was pretty satisfying. Thanks Cherrie