My Psychiatric Nurse

My psychiatric nurse,
he's called Pete,
and a good friend
he's even got
streamlined feet
with trumpets on the end.

My friend Pete
Often takes on my load,
helps me carry it by myself.

Jesus once said-
'Consider the lillies of the field,
are they not bathed in beauty
beyond all of Solomon's treasures? '

Pete is part of my wealth,
and he grounds me.


by Arosfa Poetry Club

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