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Tiny little form
Inert in the too-white bed;
How fragile you appear in your induced sleep !
(Even a casual glance discovers your sleep is
unnaturally deep.)
Tousled
Bright blonde locks lie strewn
So very still on your pillow
Glossy under the warming lights.
Purplish-blue veins marble through
The translucence of your baby skin,
And I watch your little chest rise and fall
Unaware that I have timed my breathing
With yours.
I observed your surgery, Little One,
While the surgeon freed the frozen tendons
That have kept you from walking, climbing
And running.
It hurts now, Small Patient;
But soon, the pain you do not understand
Will end.
You will stand
Take your first tentative steps
Followed by braver, bolder steps
Punctuated by an occasional fall
And you will walk forward
To discover your world
And your new childhood.
If only you could see that shining moment of accomplishment
Now
While you are hurting so much.
It will pass, Child.
You will awaken soon, and stay awake.
Mama will be there with you then,
Shiny tear-tracks dried on her cheeks.
I pray for her that she can see beyond your pain, also.
You're all going to be so happy, soon.
(But for now, take my mental hug to get you through this moment;
And you will get through the next on your own.)
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