Call The Doctor Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

Call The Doctor



You better have paper near by
I hear I hear the cry
So long afraid to turn it up
It loves me
It cradles me

If only I could close the doors
And embrace the gift
That only I am seeing
Now for the first time
Covering me like a disease

I am healthy now...

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