Her hands wrinkled – 22 years of service
Aiding the sick, this was her purpose.
Her goal was to make a change
Carefully, intently, she tried to arrange
Her deadlines and duties, to achieve her dream
“Impossible!” said everyone, “that’s how it seems”
Against the odds – a drunk husband and six children
She beat their doubts, she was one in a million
By day, she graced the sick with her touch,
Others tried to compare, but couldn’t by much
She built a bridge for the doctors, who didn’t understand
The language of their patients, she spoke Ojibwe first hand.
By night, a mother and wife getting struck in the head,
By a mad drunk who listened to rumours from his friend,
He beat her and beat her without an end
For his wife was “unfaithful” and deserved to be dead.
No one believed her – neither doctors nor the police
Despite the big bruise that everyone sees
It doesn’t matter, she’s strong – she had to be
She pushed through for the love of her family
Her joy was the smiling faces of patients now well,
Their grief once stricken due to a sick spell
This was more than her – not a single soul can supersede,
That feeling she received, when she comforts those in need
Nothing else she could’ve done, more was meant for her
Her desires, so strong that no one could deter
Her life – not wasted and not just a blur
Instead full of purpose, she had been heard,
One day, her time came, when she had to pass,
Her grand-daughter’s face – the face she saw last,
From that day forward her grand- daughter swore
That no one should forget the life of her mentor
Years passed, and still her legacy lives on,
Her granddaughter now studies from dusk till dawn
A promise to fulfill – she will not quit
Until she’s a nurse, she will commit.
