Under the Knife
In four short days I go under the Knife.
Four nervous days wrought with strife.
Cut and sew, stitch me flesh; panic grows.
Never too keen were I when it comes to me own bloods flow.
Three to six weeks to the bed I shall lie.
No lifting, no nothing, near enough to make me cry.
Hopes be that soon I will once again be a whole me.
Yet the cut, slash and stitching makes me silently weep.
J. Allen Wilson © 1/13/2011
Karla. :(
Love and Hugs, Diana...
We are here for you. We care.
And it will be over before you get too scared.
Perhaps your time of recovery will be a good time for introspection and to write a few more masterpieces? Surely they will let you lift a pen.
You will be OK.
God bless,
Lew
cheers,
dan