Time drags on in this chair,
As I wait for the brilliant one.
Each time the door swings out,
I look for him to say he's done.
Minutes turn into hours,
and all I can do is stare at the clock.
Finally, after what seems like forever,
Here comes my son's Doc.
As if in slow motion, I stand.
Anxiously, I await him to say,
"The surgery went well, but
of course in the hospital, he'll have to stay."
"When can I see him?"
is what I quietly ask.
"Within the hour," he replies
"But be warned, it'll be no easy task."
As I walk in the recovery room,
He lay so still on his hospital bed.
If I didn't know better,
I'd have thought he might be dead.
His recovery takes, oh so long and
the first time my Angel opened his eyes,
I realized that prayers are answered,
And God had heard all my cries.
My gratitude for God and Dr Carson swelled,
when my son took an non ventilator aided breath.
We had won the fight for my son's life,
and we actually cheated DEATH.
We had to repeat this trying
scene for a total times of three.
It kept me bitter and stressed.
Why couldn't He leave my Angel be?
I see now, what's done is meant to happen.
And I have learned my lesson in GRATITUDE.
To not be trusting that HE knows best,
was not only wrong, it was just plain rude.
I'm understanding now,
more than you'll ever know.
And when I see my son alive and breathing,
my heart and soul radiates for God, a special glow.
*This is a true story, my son went through 3 heart surgeries before 5 months old and this
is dedicated to God, Dr. Carson, Dr. Dooley, and Dr. Willis Williams*