NURSES ARE THE N IN THE NHS
Oh! How I wish I was still on duty
As busy as I used to be
Caring for the patients of our world
And all my family
Bed pans, no frying pans; sluices, no fruit juices
Colostomy bags, no designer handbags
Sharps bins, no biscuit tins
Back aching, almost breaking
Leg breaks, arm breaks, foot breaks and heart breaks
Really made my time fly
Tea breaks, coffee breaks, meal breaks and personal breaks
Were pure pie in the sky
Bariatric duties
For anorexic pay
Patients’ grateful smiles and thanks
Helped me return each day
The N in the NHS
And so proud of the part we play
I loved the camaraderie
Capers and occasional high jinks
They helped me cope with amputations
And some really awful stinks
No more peaks and troughs on my ECG
No more dreaming of bedpans when I want to pee
No more perfect sheet corners on my bed
No more cuddling of my favourite ted
Now at last my caring ends
Surrounded by love, family and friends
After being on call twenty four hours a day
My time has come to sleep and fly away
Michael Ashby (Sidmouth)
(Funeral poems for nurses, funeral readings for nurses, funeral poem for a nurse, funeral poem for a midwife)
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