Birthday Treasure

A beautiful woman in the fight for her life,
Lays softly in the hospital bed.
Her husband sits beside her,
His gloved hand touching hers.
She sleeps her medicated sleep,
As in his chair he sleeps,
The sleep of worry and exhaustion.

But they listen and pay attention,
Refusing to become to self absorbed,
He brings cookies to the nurses on every shift,
And expensive gifts for the attending physicians.

A smiling little Nurse's assisstant,
Who was short and round and lovely,
Was so affected by the spirit of the woman,
That she cried with her when she suffered.

Well as she checked in one day,
They heard her say, "Today is my birthday."
So on that day, at the end of her shift,
A cake was presented with her name in pink.

She held the box in both her hands,
Her smile was wide but speechless,
She carried that box like a treasure,
And as the elevator closed, her joyful tears said it all.