A Poem Called ~ Night Nurse Nuance
Night Nurse Nuance
Dark earth spins –
Dawn rolls in,
Ever so slow —
Her haggard face,
Knows pallor & grey…
Within a quiet daze –
Droops her weary head,
& For a time she stays.
Responsibility weighs –
Work consumes her,
Yet time she takes,
When morning breaks…
To brighten up
Her weary face.
Her light comes on,
Work gets done.
Then ~ With poles reversed,
As sunlight bursts –
Gather up those…
Dead dog tired –
Weary bones
Unplug the phones
…& Go to bed.
Valerie J. Hayes
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