Ode to Sarah

Sitting in a little corner of a little office, on the phone.
Full of compassion and knowledge.
Understanding and reassurance.
Her voice is like music to my ears.
She has yet to call CPS on me.

"Nurse triage line, please? Hi Sarah. It's me again. So..."

• ...he ate some drywall.
• ...I accidentally fed him honey.
• ...the diaper rash is bleeding.
• ...he fell off the bed.

Dear, sweet Nurse Sarah. Never leave me.