by Barbara A. Black

Created on: May 16, 2009   Last Updated: June 20, 2009

At 2:30 A.M.

It's almost time;

My pains are close.

I'm ready now-

And here he comes!

(Twenty-something years later)

I've waited here

For several hours;

Watching and waiting

And smelling those flowers.

My son is in surgery

And I'm here alone -

Several people have come,

But now all are gone.

The doctor just came -

Everything is all right;

He suggested that I rest;

I said that I might.

But seeing my son

Is important right now-

After that, I may sleep;

But I don't see just how.

The nights have been long,

And the days, sometimes, too.

But my son has been strong;

I'm glad he has you!

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