She places her life
In the care of her doctor
A shot and a haze fills her eyes
And her thoughts wonder.
Inside her, she remembers
When twice upon a time
She had carried them.
Had given birth to them
Now grown, with children of their own
In a couple of hours it would be gone
It was for the best.
A matter of health
Yet eyes now shut, her heart wails
Wasn’t the first time she needed doctors
A smile’s on her face
She can feel him near
Her better half gone before her
Would not mind joining him.
Softly, he whispers,
“Where is that woman so brave?
That fought through many a pain,
Survived each time.
It’s not your time yet
You are still needed, and you know
I’m always there, and I’ll wait
For the day we are
In honor of my mother, having surgery today, a hysterectomy.
I was home last month for 2 weeks, wish I could have stayed longer.
Speedy recovery, mom!