First Sunday on the Ward, Pandemic

Written By Shari Platt

Poet and emergency medicine nurse Stacy Nigliazzo captured perfectly the tension and expectancy felt before entering a patient's room during this pandemic.   This poem first appeared in the American Journal of Nursing "Off the Charts" blog on April 10, 2020. 

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First Sunday on the Ward, Pandemic

by Stacy Nigliazzo


Deft swallows nest inside the thorny crown of a stone Christ.

            I whisper Our Father…

                          twice

                                  over the scrub sink.

Shari Platt
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