Nursing the profession,
A fine structure built on education and compassion.
The rock that curves its residents into discipline,
And occludes them under self esteem linen.
Nursing the parent,
One which inculcates the behaviour of being confidential and transparent.
One under whose watch offsprings are painted in sheen green and white,
Making then take strides upon hard work and love even in the storms of the night.
Nursing the old lady,
One who needs respect and detects the act of being shady.
The precursor of life and topmost undertaker,
Indeed you are the one that watches over all and never becomes a blanker.
Written by Kwame Dunamis
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