MY LIFE
Ami Mavani, Pediatrician

The morning smell of newborn babies,
Mingled with cleaners and antiseptics,
Mother’s faces lit with joy and peace,
Fathers watching with pride,
Nurses running in and out of the room,
As I get ready to examine the newborn at the bedside.
“Welcome to the world” I whisper softly,
Touching their little heads so lightly,
Their eyes are tightly shut,
As if not wanting to see the world yet,
I gently open them to peek,
At the dreams and adventures they will seek,
I listen to the lubdub of their heart,
Beating in synchrony from the start,
In rhythm with the music of mankind,
The fresh air in their lungs,
Blowing spirits in their breath,
I am amazed as ever at this sound,
Then I press on their bellies so round.
A straight spine to hold up
To the world’s temptations,
Limbs so supple to do their life’s roles,
Strong hips to support their journey,
Boy or a girl, a perfect soul,
Being the little miracle’s doctor,
That is my life’s happy role.

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Colors in every shade and hue,
Violet, indigo, just a dab of blue,
green, yellow, a touch of red,
I'll first paint a rainbow, God said.
The sky will be blue with a sun so yellow,
The clouds a silver gray so mellow.
The sea and lakes will mirror the sky,
The night will be black, the moon so white
The world will glitter with stars of light.
The mountains will be a mix of green and brown,
Bathed by waterfalls of silver, cascading down.
The trees will be April green, Red October leaves on fire.
I will let the seasons paint their own desire.
Then he said, to color man,
I will use black, white, yellow and tan.
His work was complete, his canvas done.
So he gave it life and turned on the sun.
Thus the earth came alive but he watched with horror.
The picture he had painted was strife with terror.
For the colors of man were used to kill.
They ran amuck sinning to their fill.
The beauty of his canvas was destroyed,
The man he had painted had a mind that was void.
God looked on with a tear and a sigh,
watching from the golden heaven in the blue sky.
I had painted man different colors on the whim of my mind,
But man used his color for acts unkind.
If all this trouble I could have foreseen,
I would have painted every man the color of Green!!!

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KAITLYN
Ami Mavani

A brook dancing along the trees,
Smiling, wondering,
What other mischief can there be,
I splash, and sprinkle and spray,
Anyone that comes my way,
The birds above smile,
And the fish frolic
As they swim another mile,
Bathing in the wonder,
Of the brook's spirit,
For with the mischief,
Is a love asunder,
That nurtures all that touches it.
As the brook turns into a river,
The world watches,
The river will be strong,
As it etches,
A new path of its own.

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WHERE DO YOU SLEEP?
Ami Mavani,MD

Where do you sleep?
Whose arms rock you to sleep?
Your daddy’s and mine are empty.

Where do you sleep?
Whose loving hands feed you?
Your daddy and I wish that burp was easy.

Where do you sleep?
Who sings you a lullaby?
Your daddy and I sing across the oceans.

Where do you sleep?
Who kisses that forehead when it hurts?
Your daddy and I send kisses across the seas.

Where do you sleep?
Is that a pretty dress you wear?
Your daddy and I smoothen the wrinkles in your pink frock.

Where do you sleep?
Whose lap do you dream in?
Daddy and I wait with the soft silks on our laps.

Where do you sleep?
Who holds you when you dream?
Daddy and I will understand if the dreams are sad, when we first hold you.

Where do you sleep?
Who hushes you when you cry?
Daddy and I can hear the tiny wail in the winds.

Where do you sleep?
Whose fingers does that tiny fist grasp?
Daddy and I will hold your hand on life’s path.

And God will hold your first mother’s hand.
When we know where you sleep.

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