Short Pediatrician Poems

The visiting doctor, the pediatrician,
the family man - came and played
He played on our Hammond organ,
sat on the storage bench, opened
one of the books. Those compassionate fingers
ran across the keys and leapt into our memories.
My sister was home sick, and he came
and he cared for her and pleasurable
was his visit, as my mom would recall for us....

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