From the Nurses on Second Station-7:00 to 3:00 shift
December 31, 1982
How charming was your patience
To your patients, you were faithful
Regardless of the trials
You were never hateful.
Your slow, deliberate manner was ever so endearing.
Your words of gentle scolding
Came from a heart that's caring.
You came when e'er we called you,
And you stayed while you were needed.
Your orders seemed to do the trick
That is...when they were heeded.
Through cold September evenings
And through steamy July nights,
You stood nearby through the times
Of school games and cowboy fights.
Your zeal for Stamford Bulldogs
Was a much renowned fact.
If your favorite team should ever lose,
It was not for enthusiasm lacked.
The Sunday rounds just seemed to last
For days and days and days,
But by the end, you had achieved
Your Sunday School delay.
For EKG's turned backwards
And for words spelled so unwise,
For these and covered graphic sheets
We do apologize.
The babies that you welcomed,
And the mothers that you treated
All loved you much more warmly
Than the delivery room was heated.
For these and many other things
That we could never say,
"God, Bless Dr. Selmon, please!"
For this we humbly pray.