Herinneringen aan 'dolly'

Gedicht: Flight Nurse

You spanned the brassy dome of burning sky With winged feet – the wind was in your hair. And even men who were about to die Could smile because they saw a woman there. Your fingers danced across the burning cheek And cooled the brow, so burning hot with pain. Delirium would stop when you would speak A woman’s voice soothes, like gentle rain. You bound our wounds, roused weary hearts from sleep; You helped forgotten men to carry on So each a braver rendezvous might keep With Life or Death when came another dawn. In wind and rain we’ll build your monument,
And it shall live when tyrant’s wrath is spent.

Bron: www.legendsofflightnurses.org