Medical Poetry

As a Pediatric Doctor
There's a special gift you hold
One that's honored in the heavens
Way beyond the finest gold

Way beyond the finest silver
Or the finest piece of art
Is this gift that you've been given
To an ill or injured heart

To a heart in need of comfort
Need of empathy and peace
You are like a light in darkness
Causing pain and fear to cease

For  there is no greater comfort
that a suffering child can feel
Than to know how much you love them
In the midst of their ordeal

In the midst of every crisis
You are there to make them whole
You are there to ease their suffering
It's a passion in your soul

It's a passion without measure
One there is no equal to
And the reason why the heavens
Take the time to honor you

See there is no higher calling
that a doctor can fulfill
Than to care for injured children
Be their voice, and peace instill

Peace in knowing you'll protect them
Do what's right, though they can't speak
Treat each symptom that arises
Every day, of every week

So above this earthly planet
As a tribute to your name
Hangs a stethoscope of crystal
In a diamond covered frame

And this frame is a reflection
Of the gift you hold inside
As a "Healer of the Children"
You're Forever Heaven's Pride.