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.