A different poem, using the doctor's command (i.e. Scapel!), then the body of the verse |
Emergency Surgery Scapel! With that one word, the surgery commenced The patient had fallen, broken her hip Now she lay unconscious as they worked hard and fast, Hoping her next breath would not be the last Clamp! She bled profusely from the stroke of the surgeons sharp knife But quick reactions minimized bleeding, saved her life This was not a surgery that had been planned at all They were fighting to save her after the precipitous fall Oh My God! Those words were softly muttered by the surgeon’s assistant Though the patient was severely injured, she was also pregnant They quickly assessed the fetus and mother Deciding if they could save both, or one.... or the other Sutures! They stopped the bleeding, mended broken bones The woman was stable, the surgeon worked on, though now not alone Two of them carefully checked the young fetus in the womb A pre-med student started sobbing, quickly leaving the room Thank God! The fetus was fine, its heart rate one sixty and strong It looked like the pregnancy was only 12 weeks a long Everyone sighed loudly, eyes shiny with tears It looked like this unborn child would live many years Contemplation.... With the surgery complete, he knew he’d done his best Thinking of the woman and her fetus, both now at rest He wondered at life’s miracle, and pondered the days events, Amazed at how life could go on, even after an accident The Future.... The surgeon crawled in bed next to his wife that night Snuggled up to kiss her, turned off the bedside light She curled herself next to him, safe in his arms again He held her close, caressed her belly; their child safe within Jim Dorrell 1/7/08 |