30+ Best Christmas Poems For Nurse

A Nurses Christmas By Author Unknown

T’was the night before Christmas & all through the floor,

The Lasix was filling the foley’s galore.

Stockings were worn,

to prevent emboli,

They came in two sizes: knee, and thigh-high.

The patients were nestled half-assed in their beds,

While visions of stool softeners danced in their heads.

We in our scrubs, and they in their gowns,

Fashions created to hide extra pounds.

When down in E.R. it became such a zoo,

They called with admissions, for me and for you.

They’re coming, they’re going, they’re looking the same,

My patience for patients is starting to wane.

Another call light is ringing, the patient expounds,

“I have not had my peri-care, please send someone down.

” About now delegation seems a good plan,

We pass onto others, the needs of this man.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But Santa himself, and 8 tiny reindeer.

He states that he came from Central Supply,

To bring us LR, NS, and D5.

The doctor then scribbles what no one could read,

Orders instruct us to measure their pee.

As we try to decipher illegible words,

We find a new order to guaiac their turds.

The next shift arrives; our day is now through,

Only to discover emesis inside of our shoe!

We give them report and pass on the facts,

And tell them of duoderm lining the cracks.

And the Nurses exclaimed as they drove out of site, Let there be Ambien for all, and to all a good night!

Christmas Poems for Nurses

 

Hearts of Gold Sherry York

There are times in our lives when we sit down and wonder where our lives will lead us.
Sometimes we get so caught up in our jobs that we forget what we truly represent.
We get frustrated, aggravated, pushed to the limits and so mentally tired that we feel what is the use in being a Nurse.

But then someone gives us a weak smile or holds our hand and may say “thank you, you are so special.”
The we feel the warmth growing in our hearts.
All the bad feelings disappear and replaced by the core values that we present:
human dignity, compassion, dedication, integrity, stewardship, leadership and excellence.
So when the bad feelins begin to show take the times to say this prayer:
Lord, help me to bring comfort where there is pain.
Courage where there is despair.
Acceptance when the end is near.
A touch gentle with tenderness, patience, and love.
And, always remember, all Nurses are truly blessed.
For you see — God gave of Hearts of Gold.

Why Do I do This?
Ashley Lipscomb, Student Nyrse
Why do I study all hours of the night?
Why do I put up such a fight?
I do it because one day I will celebrate new baby born.
And, one day help a family mourn.
It makes me have courage and determination.
It teaches me how to handle my dissatisfaction.

Some people will curse or bless you.
But every day they will teach you something new.
That is why I study all nght.
And, why I put us such a fight.
Because one day, a Nurse I will be.
To help people like you and me.

Nurse by Paul Nickerson

Paul is not a Nurse, but his Mother , now retired, was for many years. Paul found this poem tucked away
in a small photo album belonging to his mother.

It was a game we all played as a child
Then some of us made it a dream worthwhile
More to learn, not as much time to share
Because in our hearts we really cared

We have worked the late night hours
While others slept away
Handles a doctor’s many moods
Then found time to pray

Critical moments that remain as memories
Some sad – then some are good
Then there are the tragedies
That will never be understood

We see a newborn baby smile
As we watch another slip away
And that completes the circle
The price for life’s that paid

Sometimes not appreciated
When just a hug will do
We are proud of our profession
A guift from me to you

Another Goodbye By Jennifer Huff, LPN

I said goodbye to you today.
In my own quiet way.
A hidden tear was shed.
Tribute to the life you led.

Empty chair, an unspoken reminder of you.
Too soon to be filled by a patient so new.
Numb to the pain of so many goodbyes.
Sorrow hidden, secretly brushing tears from my eyes.

You joined the others who paved the way for you.
The leader, the song-man, the fiesty one, too.
The one who decided that he’d just had enough.
Saying farewell to you all has been so tough.

I like to imagine you are all gathered up there.
Playing poker, having feasts, so many stories to share.
No more restrictions on fluid and food.
No longer chained to disease, it is as it should.

Those of us left behind, keep your memory alive.
Working hard every day to help others survive.
Chair no longer empty, a new soul to tend.
Hidden tears suppressed.
A new beginning to the end.

The Cute Little Lady in The Pink Sweater By Dawn Maselli, RN

They can take my meal away before I’m done
They can talk to me like I’m dumb
They can refer to me as a “Feeder”
Fluff me up to make me look neater
They talk about me like I’m not Here
They address me as “honey” “cutie and “dear”.
But there are things they can’t do to me
As they insult my dignity
Oh there are things they can’t do to me
They can’t take away my memories
My Roles through this life cement my presence
With withered mind they call senescence
I am rich in culture, wisdom and knowledge
That medical people can’t learn in college
I am a mother, a sister, a historian, a wife
I have mastered many roles throughout my life
I created warm meals in my day
I wiped my children’s tears away
I cared for a close knit family
Who look up to and value me
And now I master another role
Dependent patient with golden soul
If just one of “them” would sit with me
I’d share with them this history
And if one would stay awhile
I’d teach them that I’m still God’s child.
They are so busy this I know
I have aged and have gotten slow
This I must share in written word
I may not be seen but I will be heard
They say I’m anxious, noisy and loud
This life has taught me not to be too proud
I am too many things to capture in a letter
I am so much more than the lady in the pink sweater
If you’ve listened from the start
I may help you find your heart.

Assignment By Kim Jordan RN

I have nine patients, you are but one
I will walk five miles before I am done
Tiptoeing in and out of the rooms
Darkened and quiet like silent tombs
I try not to wake you, for there is no time
When trying to divide eight hours by nine.
It is my duty

I walk through those doors with pride,
Who’s life will i save tonight?
Someone is waiting for me,
Someone is alive today because of my duty.
Sometimes we cry cause we can’t save them all,
God sometimes won’t let us interfere when he calls.
A baby’s first breath when he looks at me,
The joy of my first delivery.
The tear i wipe a way with my own hands,
The life ending of a gentle old man.
The night seems so dark and the morning so bright.
Being a nurse you see life in a different light.
Who will i save tonight?
Who will hold my hand during their last breath with no fright?
Who will enter this world on my shift?
How many mothers will greet their babies with a kiss?
I don’t know who these special people are
but i will meet them with every call
I will hold them tight and help the pain
I will hold them up when they feel faint.
I will be strong when i am needed
That is my job, I am a nurse..that is my duty.

Lily of The Valley By Paul Lawrence Dunbar

At the time this was written, the Miami Valley Hospital School of Nursing
flower was the Lily-of-theValley and Paul Lawrence Dunbar has just been
a patient at the hospital. This was his tribute to the students.

Sweetest of the flowers a blooming
In the fragrant vernal days,
Is the Lily-of-the-Valley
With its soft retiring ways.

Well, you chose this humble blossom,
As the Nurse’s emblem flower
Who grows more like her idea
Every day and every hour

Like the Lily-of-the-Valley
In her honesty and worth –
Oh! She blooms in truth and virtue
In the humble works of earth.

Though she stands erect in honor
When the heart of mankind bleeds,
Still she hides her own deserving
In the beauty of her deeds.

In the silence and the darkness,
When no eye may see or know,
There her footsteps shod with mercy
and fleet kindness, come and go.

Not amid the sound of plaudits,
Not before the garish day;
Does she shed her soul’s sweet perfume,
Does she take her gentle way.

But alike her ideal flower,
With its honey-laden breath;
Still her heart blooms forth its beauty
In the valley shades of death.

Assignment By Kim Jordan, RN

I have nine patients, you are but one
I will walk five miles before I am done
Tiptoeing in and out of the rooms
Darkened and quiet like silent tombs
I try not to wake you, for there is no time
When trying to divide eight hours by nine.

Look Closer – A Nurse’s Reply
Liz Hogben
This was sent in by Mrs B Boyle.
I came across this poem, when my mother was in the nursing home it was place in the rooms there,
believe it’s a reply to the poem, “A Young Girl Still Dwells”

What do we, you ask, what do we see ?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
But there’s many of you and too few of us.
We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bath you and feed you and help you to walk,
To hear of your lives and the things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son,
But time is against us, there’s too much to do-
Patients too many and nurses too few.
We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
With nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear
That nobody cares now your end is so near.

But nurses are people with feelings as well,
And when we’re together, you’ll often hear tell
Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed,
And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said,
We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad
When we think of yours and the joy that you’ve had.
When the time has arrived for you to depart,
You leave us behind with an ache in our heart.

When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care,
There are other old people, and we mist be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss–
There are many of you and too few of us.

I Gave My First Injection Today by Misspr

I gave my first injection today,
now wait before you get bored and want to walk away
its been a long road to get where I’m at,
15 years to be precise now what do you think of that?

This has been my life’s dream to take care of the sick and work with a team of caring professionals with all the same goal of ridding aches and pains and doing work that’s not in vain.

So maybe now I have your attention so I can tell you my story and you possibly won’t find it so boring

I gave my first injection today
and my patient didn’t flinch
she said she didn’t feel a thing.
What a wonderful compliment that she gave to me
“a wonderful nurse you are going to be”.

I also passed meds and cleaned lots of wounds and held alot of hands before I walked from the rooms.
You wonder how can I be so happy in all this misery?
you see I guess I see it different than the average Joe,
before you think I am crazy just let me explain.

If I can ease just one pain or dry just one eye or offer just one daughter some comfort when she finds out her mother has just died.
I have accomplished my task and have been successful in my goals
to have offered a hand when life has taken its tolls.

See I have been truly blessed to have touched these lives and pray I never find it boring or bothersome to do the meaningless of task.
Even when the most trying of patients call and ask.
My goal is to answer every time with a smile
and ask for forgiveness when I can’t
after I have gone mile after mile.

Have I told you yet I gave my first injection today.
I am a student nurse and for dedication I pray.

An Old Lady’s Poem

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when
the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem.
Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and
distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady’s sole bequest to posterity
has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the
North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also
been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. … And this little old
Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of
this “anonymous” poem winging across the Internet. Goes to show that we all
leave “SOME footprints in time”…..

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try!”

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is missing a stocking or shoe…..
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill….
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten … with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet.
A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old woman … and nature is cruel;
‘Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years …. all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer … see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within …… We will one day bethere, too!