Poem: Seven Nurses

  1. This poem was originally about racism. It was altered by an LPN named Rebadee to address lateral violence among nurses.


    Contributed by Rebadee

    Seven nurses trapped by happenstance
    In the dark and bitter cold.
    Each one possessed a stick of wood,
    Or so the story's told.

    Their dying fire in need of logs,
    The first nurse held hers tight.
    For on the faces around the fire,
    Was that's a nurse who works at night.

    The night nurse looking cross the way,
    Saw one not of her shift,
    And wouldn't give her stick of wood
    To give the fire a lift.

    The third nurse noticed in the group
    One that wanted to unionize,
    "Why should I use my stick of wood
    To warm someone I despise?"

    The management nurse sat in deep thought,
    (Her mind not on the fire)
    Of ways to stretch this small staff
    Without having to hire.

    The floor nurse's face bespoke revenge
    as the fire passed from sight,
    For all she saw in her stick of wood
    Was a chance for spite tonight.

    The nurse with the BSN sat and watched
    As the fire began to dim.
    "My degree is more important than his
    I'll put mine in after him."

    The last nurse of this forlorn group
    Did naught except for gain
    Giving only to those who gave
    Was how he played the game.

    The logs held tight in death's still hands
    Was proof of how we sin.
    They didn't die from the cold without,
    They died from--THE COLD WITHIN.
  2. 7 Comments

  3. by   nowplayingEDRN
    WOW! Very deep and very profound!
  4. by   P_RN
  5. by   perfectbluebuildings
    Very powerful.
  6. by   Nurse Ratched
    Wow. Gotta print that out for work.
  7. by   WashYaHands
    A powerful message for our profession. Thanks for posting it.

  8. by   jnette
    Speaks sadly of the human condition, doesn't it? ..."me-osis".
  9. by   Hellllllo Nurse
    Glad you all liked it. It really speaks to some of what goes on in nursing.