She is young and heart-stoppingly
beautiful, dainty and delicate in form;
easy to speak with, bold in her vision
of self and determined to rise to a
perceived need of providing medical
care to a health-failing population.
She is a rosy, micro-robust apple
fallen far from her family tree.
Not for her the complacency of her
parents with their well-compensated
and -retired civil service occupations.
Their passionate adaption to rampant
acquisition and societal isolation in
the comfort of their estrangement
from community entanglement.
Their daughter seeks a more elevated
soul-satisfying plane of existence.
To pacify her personal need toward
professional service attainment so
she may become an integrated provider
of service attaining the satisfaction
of well-earned, capable trust.
She will face her future with her
clear vision of respondent, delivering
capable, compassionate care to
those in fear and and pain. Charging
herself with the competent management
of her own life, while embracing
the life-needs of those around her.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Her Mission
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Poetry
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