Who needs not the tenderings
When sickness enters doors of strength
Like an unwanted visitor?
What about uncertainties spitting on emotions
And messing with minds?

Who needs not the magic touch
When accidents hit bodies
Like thorned cane which is blood famished
And skin-craved?

A good nurse
Is a good cash
In the purse of the earth
A good hand
On the being called earth
A cool balm on the sores of the earth
A great needle
On the thread called earth
And like a great song
In a storm, he/she calms to heal
God bless the goodness in the good nurse
Eliminating the bad nuts
For clear air in the serene realm
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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