The little nurse
not much taller than the cart she pushed
up and down the corridors
stopped frequently —
read charts and opened drawers
containing a variety of pills.
She then dispensed the designated medications
and patients’ needs were tended to.
When she first conceived that she might be a nurse
could she have fathomed
her life would be like this?
I wondered when she came to me
with countenance so pleasing
and handed me a cup of water —
but I never asked her.
I no longer need her ministrations
but seem to have a need to think of her:
the little nurse
not much taller than the cart she pushed.