Submitted by Eli Villareal, RN, PCC
Hematology/Oncology/BMT
The care of the nurses on the sixth floor inspired the brother of a patient to write the note and poem that follow:
While this is a terrible attempt to say “thank you” to all the wonderful people that have gone to the extreme to keep our brother with us, it is my family’s way. Just as you have given a part of yourselves, so must we respond in kind.
From the extended Martinez Family, God bless you and keep you safe…always.
NURSE
Robert R. Martinez
Our bodies are fragile, and terribly frail.
But somehow we go through life as a gale,
Trying our muscles and pushing our bones
To points well past that which should be the norm.
And when we are injured, or infirm, or torn
We turn to these flowers that humanity spawns.
They care when we don’t, these wonderful thralls.
They are slaves to an industry that no one applauds.
They ask not one thing but do that which is all.
For the length of the shift they are always on call.
They take our temp, and our brow they wipe
With naught but a smile by which we know their type.
Always kind and tough when need be
Our care and our need are all that they see.
They bring us our meds and stand closely by,
To make sure we feel safe by making the time to smile.
They may be a Mario, or a Susan, or a Kim.
They might be a Lilia, or a Karen, or a Jim.
They might be a Kimberly, or a Madelyn or Pat,
They may be someone with a name like that.
They might be an Imelda, or a Greg, Diane, or Jim,
They might be a Genevieve, or a Stephanie, or a Reylin
But no mater the name, be it Salvacion, Royce, Alex, or Kelly,
They serve the same master; ministering with a heart sure and steady.
And though they might seem to be immune to work
We know that they suffer with us the illness or quirk,
And although they may occasionally be terse,
Look kindly on these men and women.
The ones we call Nurse.