My Medical Moonstone
My Medical Moonstone
His eyes are a beautiful sea-green.
His hair, a combination of grey
strewn upon stands of gold.
Gentle, a great sense of humor!
Who is this man?
Why, he is my family doctor!
He actually has the ability to laugh
and to be himself!
Not a conceited man, nor a stiff
white coated physician who prances
about being debonaire.
But even better, reads my poetry.
Right there in his office,
During an all too short, medical
journey.
All he can get me to do is have
my blood tested.
I will not take drugs, nor do any
other tests.
It's my body, my choice.
He allows me to have my voice!
He was not an easy find in a new
city.
But I hope I do die under his care.
That type of doctor-patient relationship
is so very rare.
My "Golden God" doctor!
Oh, so human and true.
It is no wonder your patients,
have the highest respect for you!
November 12, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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