Treasure Island

Natasa Tocuc

(Saigon)

Doctors


My doctor likes an Angel,
with beautiful eyes and mind.
A smile sweet, nice
and ready so sincere.
Sometime at daily route
My doctors saved people lives.
My doctors are all Angels
Of God bring my life is getting well.
My doctors are the hearts of Mankind and
a gift of God.
So loving and kind.
Through times passed by
among all of them.
They are my Doctors of the miracle Angels

Submitted: Saturday, July 15, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 16, 2010

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  • William Jackson (7/18/2006 1:48:00 AM)

    I like this poem because it makes me think of my father who was a very gifted doctor and healer who sought guidance from God to guide his hands when he operated on anyone. I like to think he was one of God's angels. (Report) Reply

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