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Angel in scrubs
In the hushed halls of healing
where hope is gently spun,
you were a lighthouse of kindness
a life-saving sun.
Each day you fought
the fight to save lives;
a benevolent angel
sustaining the light,
with your radiant smile
and a warrior’s heart,
diligently giving
your selfless part.
Your life devoted
– to healing –
day after day
was brutely stolen
ripped away;
in a cruel twist
of evil’s onslaught
your light was extinguished,
without reason or thought.
We grieve the loss,
of a mentor so true,
whose warm-hearted skill
touched more than a few.
Your legacy echoes
in each life, you helped save;
an angel in scrubs
in our hearts engraved.
Though your presence on earth
has come to an end,
your spirit lives on
in each patient, each friend;
in the hearts of those
you helped to revive,
priceless memories linger
forever alive.
In memory of Dr Nic Procter: 23/02/1983 – 01/02/2024


Kommentaar
You are truly talented, Loretta.
This is what I call perfection.
Great poem
Thank you so much Miche, I really appreciate the positive feedback.
Thank you dear Zebulon. 🙂