Thank You Dr. B Poem by Jim Yerman

One of the wonders of life…like when winter turns to spring…
is how you never know what surprises the next season…the next moment will bring.

For instance: yesterday started out ordinary but turned in to so much more
when we saw our old pediatrician exiting our grocery store.

Immediately, without looking, I knew where Deborah's mind was going to go…
back to those check-ups with Ryan and Dr. B…42 years ago.

Deborah remembers Dr. B fondly…how she was always so knowledgeable…so calm…
how she helped ease the fears and apprehensions that came with being a new mom.

Skip ahead to our grandson, Damien, when the doctor we needed to see…
without question in those moments…we turned to Dr. B.

And we all remember Dr. B fondly…how she was so knowledgeable and calm…
how she eased the fears and apprehensions of a new, much younger, mom.

Yes, Dr. B was our children's pediatrician…but she was so much more than that…
She was a therapist…a teacher…a friend…a confidant…a consultant…a diplomat.

But when I suggested we walk over and say hi to Dr B…
Deborah balked saying after all these years she won't remember me.

But…"Dr. B! Is that you." I asked ignoring Deborah's anxiety with a shrug…
She turned around and smiled then gave Deborah a hug.

They talked a while reminiscing about those bygone days…
Then Deborah thanked her not only for ours
but for all the children and families she helped raise.

Some people enter our lives for a short time…a brief interlude….
and are gone before we have the chance to show our gratitude.

What a wonderful surprise…getting to thank Dr. B
for the family she helped create…
proving when it comes to gratitude…
a thank you can never be delivered too late.