👩‍⚕ Angels in Scrubs 👩‍⚕ 

Nurses are a rare and radiant kind,

With hearts that heal and hands that bind.

They walk through pain with quiet grace.

And bring soft light to the darkest place.

When a nurse steps into your room.

Hope begins to gently bloom.

Their presence hums a healing song.

A sense that you’ll be safe and strong.

They give, and give, and give again.

Through sleepless nights and silent strain.

With every smile, they ease despair.

Their touch a balm, their gaze a prayer.

No crown, no cape, no grand parade.

Just love in every choice they’ve made.

We owe them more than words can say.

For lifting lives in quiet ways.

So honour them with grateful hearts.

For all their tireless, tender parts.

They are the angels we can see.

The soul of care, humanity.

By John Wolf