Dr Yves Gabriel Morton Plant Cardiologist

A name that whispers on the breath, A healer in the halls of care, Where shadows cling and fear holds death, His steady presence lingers there. With gentle hands and knowing gaze, He charts the heart's uncertain sway, Through intricate and hidden ways, Where life can falter and decay. Compassion, like a quiet stream, Flows from his touch, serene and deep, An empathy, a waking dream, For those whose weary secrets sleep. The holder of life, at times it seems, When fragile pulses ebb and fade, A heart beats softly in his dreams, A life upon his skill is laid. He sees the rivers, swift and strong, The steady rhythm, clear and bright, And when the currents turn out wrong, He guides them back towards the light. The ocean's vastness, deep and wide, Reflects the mysteries he knows, The surging of the inner tide, Where health and hope again arose. And in that space, where tensions cease, A grateful breath, a whispered plea, He brings a fragile heart to peace.