TO THE SURGEON

What magic lies within those hands
so deftly skilled to operate,
performing wonders unexplained
with minute precision very great!

Though calm and cool outwardly,
I do believe that inside he
has feelings much repressed
and some degree of anxious stress.

I think he wears a greater care
for those who come into his atmosphere
than he could be allowed or dare
unmask to patient or to peer.

Oh, Doctor, true you're just a man,
yet from my bed I hold a view:
I watch you walking down these halls -- 
an unnamed magnitude envelops you.

Copyright © 1971 Ruth Gillis



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