44.       7-MED

I see the sons of Florence Nightingale
Flying with Mary Poppence
As they bring the care lamp
From the air
And can place fear
In the direction
To the cause of one’s injuries.
Their focus remain on treatment
As they face fire
With bandages and syringes.
They bring back lives
And the lost ones
But remain silent
Like the flame of the lamp.
Yet there are special people
Who adore you.