Alan L. Winters
Barbara, we have met before
In some forgotten past life
On some forgotten shore.
Protector and protected,
Our roles defined and intertwined
Through passages of place and time.
I the regal lion king saw you, the tiny mouse
Pluck the thorn from painful paw
At risk of death by mouth or claw.
Your courage and your bravery
Reigned taller than my stately throne
And so I felt we both had grown.
Blessed by love and Hippocrates
You tended to both to friend and foe.
Tired, yes, but tireless
Your goal was to protect it seems
Through place and time
And through our dreams.
©Copyright September 12, 2000 by Alan L. Winters
Author’s Note: Ok I stretched it a bit but it gave me an excuse to include it. It is said that a patient can fall in love with their nurse (especially if she gives the painkillers). Barbara was my nurse in the ER that evening. She had just finished a 12 hour shift when the doctor asked if she could stay another 4. She agreed and as he walked away she gave him a look like she was thinking “That’s OK, I can always catch a nap next week”