Under the Knife
In surgery, it’s anesthesia
That provides the buffer.
The patient is oblivious
And doesn’t have to suffer.
The family, on the other hand,
Must sit around and wait
On pins and needles, wondering
About their loved one’s fate.
It’s easier to be the one
Who’s underneath the knife.
Awareness is suspended
Of your worries and your strife.
But for the friends and relatives,
The hours stretch real slow.
It’s agony to sit outside
And not be in the know.
At last, procedures have to end.
Some news they will impart;
And then we’ll all begin to breathe.
Recovery will start.
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