My Lady Doctor Poem by Keith Rushing

My Lady Doctor



The most apparent thing
in her story though unpronounced
is as her life unfurled
she very rarely smiled

she possessed a reticence
a solemnity before her years
a maturation process
that involved too many tears

And so this Doctor she became
empathic and sensitive
a healer of the lame
configured by experience
to be of assistance to the same

Thursday, May 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: psychology
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A fictitious poem about a Lady Doctor that in reality, saved my life.
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