Overwhelmed by love I cried today,

With a young woman who is not my wife,

Green scrubs and the afflicted fill her day,

Guiding succor to my mother and sustaining her life.

So I cried, and thereby blessed,

A young woman’s day was briefly brightened,

It was not by intent, I could not have guessed,

The load she carried was somewhat lightened.

Perfect aim is not required,

To hit the mark when it really matters,

Sight life’s bullseye even if you’re tired,

Take the shot though you’re beaten and battered.

-Wint