If you listened to the gossip down the street or at the mall,
That someone had been hurt, or had a fall,
You could bet your boots that she was there
With her navy blue bag, and her hat on her hair
Right up the front with those who did care,
Paying attention, and helpful to all.
She had to get her facts right so she could tell it true
How it happened, what was where, and who was who.
She would take out her pad and begin to write
About all she had heard and saw at the site
She had to make sure she recorded it right,
For it could mean a lot to you.
When she got older and was losing her sight
It didn’t really matter, whether moon or sunlight bright.
If around the corner or across the park
She knew which dog was worse than its bark,
And if you weren’t home when it was well after dark,
Her light would be burning all night.
Her busy body actions are no longer news in town
When they seek her for advice, she’s not around.
She used to nurse all with medicine and love,
Now they have travel, on roads that are rough
To get a cure for that chest burning cough
Because, the new nurse doesn’t do rounds
In memory of my Aunt Mary
Mary Moorhouse, nee Mason
Queens District Nurse OBE
The Royal District Nurses of Australia are still nursing
with th dedication shown by Auntie Mary. This verse is for her.