1-1-2026
This poem was presented to me after caring for his child…..
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Most of us dream of ambitions for self
For money, vacations, or conquest
But seldom are those that silent ponder
Of rare service that aid the rest
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Of people who require skills they cannot fathom
The ones rendered helpless to the unexpected
Mothers, caretakers, and family innumerable
Their languish, a master needs erected
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To the younglings whose bodies forlorn
Babes burdened by their own bones
Commissioned to fear of their anatomy
Despair saddled to their souls as stones
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How extraordinary is the healer
That witnesses the same amount as a loved one
And understands his life will become the work
Of ensuring the pain of which, is undone
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Deterred not by terror
Heart shrieks not in morbidity
Who sees possibility in problems
That only speak in rigidity
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I’d try and express what I can
To a brave and kind human
Impossible, so I’ll say it plainly
Thank you, thank you Dr. Luhmann