In 2013 to 2014 I was writing some of these health books when I decided to make it more interesting by adding quotations or poems on these conditions.Unfortunately not all poems or quotations could be found for some diseases.So I decided to write some 312 poems on my own based on the contents that I was writing.There are also 2 illustrations taken the Story of the Amazing Herpes Virus and A day by the Spa.There is also an interesting story of the Life and Death of A Red Blood Cell.There are medical poems on:Chapter 1:My HealthNutrition deficiencyVitaminsChapter 2:AnatomyChapter 3:Silent DiseasesSystemic DiseasesMetabolic diseasesChapter 4:Infectious DiseasesEye and ear infectionChapter 5:Female diseasesMale diseasesChapter 6:Mental DiseasesChapter 7:GIT DiseasesChapter 8:Orthopedic diseasesAutoimmune diseasesChapter 9:Skin DiseasesEndocrine diseasesUrinary diseasesChapter 10:Blood diseasesVascular DiseasesChapter 11:Heart DiseasesChapter 12:CNS diseasesAllergy DiseasesChapter 13:Cancer diseasesChapter 14:Lung diseasesChildren diseasesChapter 15:Medical TreatmentIllustration of SpaChapter 16:The Story of the Red Blood Cells (Life and Death of a Red Blood Cell)I ended with one of my best liked poem:Ode to Post Traumatic Stress DisorderIs that the hero of whom I have readCurled up in a blanket on the hospital bedHe twisted and turned as he sleptThis dreaming savior of people weptHe saw the number of people trapped in a burning office buildingAnd some that jumped to their death to escape the burningHe rushed through the burning doorAnd up the stairs to the occupied floorThe people were trapped by the locked stairs doorThey could get out by the stairs from their floorHe unlocked each locked door and called to the trappedCome and get out down the stairs by the stepsHe pushed them down the stairs with quiet authorityDo not jump, I will lead you down the stairs warilyAnd he did so with the greatest impunityThe people rushed out of the burning door willinglyThere were some minor burns to the skinBut they have survived the fire without jumpingHe remembered those who jumped and the fear on their faceIt was a nightmare to remember in any placeHe could not eat or drink and tried to sleepBut sleep would not come as he continued to weepHis heart was sad as he remembered the tragic events of the dayHappy the families of those saved who can see their children play.-An original poem by Kenneth Kee