Laurence Overmire - Doctor In Spite Of Himself lyrics

Pen in hand I am the doctor Standing in the delivery room Ever so gently taking the head of The emerging poem Not quite sure what I will see As this new being Takes form And marveling at the strength of The brow The eye, the nose, the swell of the lip A word in the breath The finger and toe of each Impossible sentence Making a miracle of the Expectant world.