Laurence Overmire


Doctor In Spite Of Himself - Poem by Laurence Overmire

Pen in hand
I am the doctor
Standing in the delivery room

Ever so gently taking the head of
The emerging poem
Not quite sure what I will see

As this new being
Takes form
And marveling at the strength of

The brow
The eye, the nose, the swell of the lip
A word in the breath

The finger and toe of each
Impossible sentence
Making a miracle of the

Expectant world.


(Previously published in Words-Myth, Issue #6, Spring 2007)


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  • (8/13/2007 1:54:00 PM)


    Well-delivered, Doc! I hope it was an easy pregnancy? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011


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