22 July 2012
A little incision to my heart, Don't wake up it's about to start. Surgeon goes in with his scalpel knife. On him I am resting my whole life.
I'm only tiny, A mere few weeks old. I'm going to die, My parents have been told.
We're relying on this man to pull me through, Surgeon, I believe in you.
I wake up and lo and behold, We'll be going home soon, We are told. Mum cries and says I'm a fighter, Daddy holds her a little tighter.
We get home just a couple of weeks after, We're so happy, Banners draping from the rafters.
I'll always have to take my meds, But my family are so thankful to the surgeon Who made it so I'm here not dead.
Opuss № I