The Scrubs Are Just a Cover!

 

 

Last week we were graced with a visit from our traveling nurse daughter who wanted to help celebrate Mother’s Day early. As we visited, talked and caught up with her life and doings, I was most impressed with her quick wit, her patience and caring attitude. We started to share some one liners when she quipped the zinger which became the poem’s title. May all the mothers everywhere have a wonderful Mother’s Day showered with lots of love and shared family times together.

 

The Scrubs Are Just a Cover!

Working night shifts at a
local hospital, the nurse slept
days until a neighbor pushed
the door buzzer several times
and pounded on the door to
get an answer. Yes? the nurse asked.

The woman said she thought
she heard loud music from
the apartment and wondered
if the nurse might be playing it. No.
Further explanations and
questions followed: I notice

your car is here during the
day. Do you work nights?
Yes. At the hospital I notice your
license plate says New York. Did you
just move here? Yes. Wonder why
some people ask so many nosy

questions? Maybe the nurse could
have said that she worked as
an exotic dancer or was a lady of
the night. Perhaps the nurse could
have added to this need-to-know-all
neighbor: the scrubs are just a cover!