A Poem about Nurses

Nightingales Children

Bright and bold they are,
with doctors, even on par,
often battered and bruised,
even unjustly used.

Patient without flaws,
when people show claws,
give you your medication,
only ask for co-operation.

Listening for a yelp,
always ready to help,
expected to work long hours,
their destiny is ours.