Tho’ all alone, I was aware of you
Who held my life within sure hands ‘that day’
Such thoughts as I ascribe, no more than due
For one so ill equipped to hear me say
Humility becomes a gifted man
Whose skill adept is there for all to see
Yet miracles performed as part of plan
Seem commonplace in realm of surgery
I gaze upon such souls in wonderment
At sacrifices made to make us whole
Known years without, have proved to be ‘well spent’
No poet’s words in conscience can extol
My trust, you earned by nature of your post
How glad am I, didst not give up the ghost