Theresa Ann Moore
Old Medical Books - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
A source of information,
A guide for evaluation.
Large green medical books
Impressively gave a look.
As a child I leafed through pages…
Two volumes related to all ages.
Curious foldouts of bones…
Images of internal zones.
Looking for a familiar word…
Mostly terms I’ve never heard.
As I grew, I always searched….
It was like a bible in a church.
The contents inspired my mind…
Primed to see what I could find.
The human body is truly amazing.
Each illustration demanded gazing.
Along the way, people become susceptible.
Try to remedy ills; diseases are perceptible.
I discovered everyone is of the same design…
They are all born, then reluctantly decline.
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