A poem for the pediatrician on a Monday

It’s Monday, I recall as I step into work;
“Preparing for battle,” I say with a smirk.
Surviving all weekend with a sick kid in tow,
the parents’ relief as they waited to show
you their child with fever, diarrhea and sneezing,
the one who is too hot, too cold or is freezing,
the one who forgot that a helmet is needed,
the one who is eating too much, they conceded.
The one who still haunts you when …

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