Introduction

This little project will form a collection of poems about my experiences as a paediatric nursing student.

Over this first year of my nursing training, I've witnessed and experienced more that I could possibly put into words. It's been hard work, physically and mentally, and an emotional rollercoaster.


A number of things have sustained me and kept me going; one being observing the true strength and courage of the children and families I have cared for. Even in the face of what is often great adversity, the love they have for each other pulls them through. I've been privileged to witness and be a part of it.


This work will be a collection of thoughts and poems inspired by my nursing training. I hope you enjoy reading them.

 

“Nursing is an art, and if it is to be made an art, it requires as exclusive a devotion, as hard a preparation, as any painter's or sculptor's work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or cold marble, compared with having to do with the living body - the temple of God's spirit? It is one of the Fine Arts; I had almost said, the finest of the Fine Arts."

Florence Nightingale, 1893

The End

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