Angels of mercy with wings invisible
soothe the suffering and comfort the dying
Hold hands with the fearful and wash the odiferous.
Each charge they hold in hands so gentle.
Each day a new challenge, each minute might be
the last, so they make sure that each moment is golden.
Tomorrow a new face , yet under the scrubs
are wings full of mercy, and hearts full of love.
Anna
for a generous poem.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
TRASK
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis