The Poetry of Doris Peeler-Brown
The Research Team Reigns Supreme
We three, that was us
No crowds; no noise, no fuss
The short walk was especially nice
Easy questions; some asked twice
Really, truly, more than that
We shared heartwarming, engaging, get-acquainted chat
My eyes, however normal that they might appear
Allow me to see far; but not so much near
No judgement of me did either Doctor make
My mind was open; awaiting my fate
While the walk was short, the room was fairly big
What an interesting, combination, to non-researchers, it is
Getting right to the point, she washed her hands
Being extra polite she revealed her plans
Not just one Doctor; there were two
Polite, knowledgeable, an enthusiastic crew
The work of the two seems to be going well
Seems one explains; the other propels
Encouragement, kindness; mostly those two
embracing discretions, and courtesy, too
Just three folks. No uncomfortable remarks
Just two Researchers, off to a great start
My work was quite easy; the tests were all done
Researchers were patient; no judging. Just fun
Scholarly, they were, and for a great cause
They weave good stories and serve a great cause
Seeking helpmates, researching blindness
And skillfully blending storytelling with kindness
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