SelflessA Poem by Chris Shaw(for my sister and other nurses and carers)
My selfless sister, London born,
three years my younger, I recall you sleeping soundly in your cot while wrapped within your white wool shawl. Three inches shorter, you look up, but dearest I do not look down on you who's nursed the weak and sick, the broken and unsound of mind. For thirty years through thin and thick, you plied your kindness and your care. Your cheerful, dimpled, smiling cheeks too often shared with those in need. Where others followed, you would lead and you to me a guiding light, a beacon in a world gone mad. Your goodness glows through all that's bad and glad am I that you a part of all whom I call family.
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13 Reviews Added on June 27, 2018 Last Updated on June 27, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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