Seeing the Doctor for the First Time
By paborama
Mon, 25 Feb 2019
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The doctor, black bosomed, sharp of eye
Blushes behind clipboard, poised,
Steadying her gaze
'I know your sister, Julie,' I say
'...she was in my year at school.'
(I had never took much note of her wee Paula, till now.)
'I recall.' Even her words profesh,
As she staples her collar shut;
To continue my inspection.
'...could happen to anyone. Don't worry.'
I smile distantly, allowing her space;
Make mental notes to ask Julie for her sister's number.
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Wonderful. This and 'The Day
Wonderful. This and 'The Day That I Went Blind' have really lifted me today, when I most needed it. Two fine poems.
She sounds so much like my doctor, too!
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