She wore her hair inches above her tapered waist
Brown hair streaked with blonde
Her patient, Eve, wore a red flannel gown
It gave pale cheeks something to hold on to
Eve lived beyond days allotted
Her time measured in the tick of the clock
In a frail voice Eve spoke to her nurse
“Beauty has embraced you, your kindness steadfast”
Blushing the nurse smiled
“And age has long favored you, your grace will endure”
They quieted
Allowing the tender exchange to simmer
In moments
A failing heart expired
No efforts saved
Though her life ceased
Her words, her kindness
Will reside