Congratulations to the winner of the Mickle Hill Residents Poetry Competition Robert Emmerson, with his special tribute to our NHS heroes. Robert won afternoon tea in the Café Bistro at Mickle Hill. Read his winning poem below:
As requested here is a verse
Of a poor tired NHS nurse
They tend to all our aches and ails
Our little Florence Nightingales
Another day, another dawn
Trying to stifle a yawn
Must go to work, come what may
Still tired off the previous day
At work they are at the beck and call
A helper to one and all
Admin to do and infections to fight
All through the day and into night
It’s doctors round
Hushed voice is the sound
The wards they roam
Deciding who is going home
Oh poor Mary, she has weed
She is in dire need
Meanwhile hungry mouths to be fed
A meal to get to every bed
Looking forward for shift to end
A tired body, home to send
Duty done as they would say
All to start again, the following day
When you are sick or had a fall
They are there for one and all
Look after yourself, keep your health
Hope that you never need their help