A man and a doctor...

The Pediatrician

A man and a doctor,
a pediatrician in fact.
The first man I have spoken to
in a year practically.
Perfect.
I have a sick baby.

He walked into my room,
and I thought - oh no, not another doctor.
But my heart started,
and he left on a cloud.
Anesthesia effects?

Little by little,
he rebuilt my ego.
His job as the doctor
of his baby patient?
In all the pain and worry,
he was a positive thing
to focus on.
And how handy -
he was divorcing too.

I was waking up
from a year of non-feeling,
because my husband
had left a year ago.
I felt like a fool,
about sixteen again.
All of a sudden,
everything is gone again
because my baby died.

Did this doctor
have to go too?
.