(Poem 213 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Doctor Dear,
Does your mommy know you’re here?
Did she pack you a lunch
and put bows in your hair?
Can you stay here this late,
or do you have a curfew?
Are you allowed to use those shiny tools,
or do you need adult supervision?
You have such a big vocabulary
for such a young lady.
Such gentle care,
Sweet Doctor Dear.

@Home Studio – 213^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Doctor Dear photos to accompany my poem: