Prompt #67, for this weeks We Write Poems http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/, was to write a “Moving” poem.

My character here is fictional, but he embodies the spirit of so many I have met.

by Mike Patrick

Flicker image by delayed gratification

This mover and shaker was always in the driver’s seat.
He personified strength.
Forty years a doctor at the Children’s Hospital,
he was the go-to man.

Looked up to by the community,
his wealth and power filled a need.
He ran the glitzy fundraisers
and loaned his name to worthy causes.

Every day, he made his rounds:
checking for improvement,
scheduling surgeries,
healing those he could,
easing the pain of those he couldn’t,
tending to the trappings of his success.

After rounds, he walked to his private parking spot,
entered his Mercedes,
sat in its comfortable confines behind deeply tinted windows,
and wept.

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13 Responses to POWER

  1. TheMsLvh says:

    Mike, You did really captured the essence of a doctor that has seen the sadness. I have seen my brother-in-law struggle when children are rushed to the ER. Occasionally some would not make it. He too drove a Mercedes in fact. You described a strong man with a soft heart, even after 40 yrs. I believe people who deal with the fragilities of the human body and spirit are Angels. This was thought provoking and tender.

  2. Ina says:

    You gave us a strong image, how he first went all the way to his car, closed it, and only then started to cry. That change, from strong doctor to a broken man who saw so much sadness, you captured it very well. Very powerful!

  3. Tilly Bud says:

    It’s important that they keep their different personas separate, or they wouldn’t cope. You honour all good doctors with this poem.

  4. Mike, I enjoyed your foray into a looser form to produce this very moving poem. You use the hook that your protagonist is a mover and shaker, so you fulfilled the prompt in both senses!

    • Mike Patrick says:

      Started and finished with him in the driver’s seat too. I’ve always loved those in the medical profession, from the brain surgeons to the nurses aides. They deserve a special level of heaven reserved for them.

  5. siggiofmaine says:

    As I read this, I had a ole time country doctor in mind…
    til we got to the Mercedes. He couldn’t afford a Mercedes,
    since he often traded his caring ways for chickens, and
    eggs, canned veggies and pickles.
    His sense of humor carried him thru,
    and I’m sure caring for his friends and those about to be friends,
    made for an emotional day.
    Thanks for reminding me of the dear doctor…
    Outstanding post.

    ☮ ♥. Siggi in Downeast Maine

  6. adeeyoyo says:

    It takes a really special person to be a dedicated doctor. God bless them all. Beautiful poem, Mike.

  7. Mike, whether it’s children, hospice, or the HIV ward, you really got to the heart of it. Some doctors really DO care; it’s a calling for them, not an automatic entry into the country club. This person deserves all the praise and prayers we can give him.

    Nurses, too, have that call – and they do a lot of the dirty work… Thanks for a poem that spoke to the anguish of true heroes. Amy

  8. earlybird says:

    I was totally surprised by the ending but it is totally right. A moving tribute.

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