Poems for My Sons

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  • 14 Feb 2026, 7.08AM

    Never forget.

    Your ticket

    was gifted.

    So live it.

    Every moment,

    Unwasted.


  • 6 March 2026, 7.15PM

    Maybe I’m an idealist 
    Call me a hypocrite
    But I hate 
    that hate exists

    Growing up,
    my best friends in school
    were from all different parts of the map
    Some adults can really be fools
    They should learn from children 
    who don’t give a crap

    About creating divisions and causing dissent
    Manipulating meanings 
    of what things truly represent
    The misguided don’t care about the collateral damage
    They lash out and loathe in fits of rage 

    It’s insanity
    Inanity
    Total inhumanity

    This evening in the park there was a celebration of Holi
    Gulal throwing with other families
    of different cultures and ethnicities 
    Celebrating good over evil’s victory
    A love and forgiveness festivity

    I sat as the sun set, thinking quietly
    This is the way things should really be.

  • 5 March 2026, 1.05PM

    I love working in medicine
    Treating people with art, science and reason

    But sometimes helping people can be difficult
    You try your best but don’t get the result
    And everybody is so very different
    Yet everybody expects the same:
    The perfect outcome for every treatment

    And when it’s not perfect some do complain
    It is their right, but it sure wrecks your brain
    At work you place others first every minute (and sometimes even once they’re out of sight)
    And one unhappy person can lose you sleep overnight

    You’ll learn some things are beyond your control
    Though you wish they weren’t because it sure takes a toll
    You’ll find some perceptions of you can be cold
    Sometimes you’ll feel like you just want to fold

    But ultimately I know who I am
    I genuinely care and try as hard as I can
    I use what I learn, always seeking information
    Anything to make me a better clinician

    Working in medicine can be tough
    There is so much at stake
    Disappointing even one person can lead to heartbreak
    It really tests how much stress a human can take

    Working in medicine can be rough
    But when the day ends
    Lying down feeling spent
    I think about all the good that’s been done
    And that’s enough

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    3 March 2026, 7.43AM

    To be
    three
    free
    lively
    tiny
    feisty.

  • 12 February 2026, 7.15AM

    Laughter is the best medicine
    I know now,
    I’ve heard yours!