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To heal, to make better, mom the doc.
A bandage on a scraped knee, kiss away the tears
Gently held and rocking, the smile reappears.
Holding tight at midnight to hug away the fear,
A scary dream so real, now gone with you near.
Rain with rolls of thunder, crack and light the night,
With a smile of reassurance you chase away the fright
Though you have no degree, nor school did attend,
Your little patients look to you, it is on you they depend.
A better calling in life than to be mom the doc
On call, dispensing love, no matter the time on the clock.
I think not!