Dear Sweet Mother have no fear, God's guardian angel hovers near. To guide the surgeon hands with care, For Jesus came in answer to our prayer. We know you faced this with trepidation, But just remember no more frustration From, pain and limited movement. Almost anything would be an improvement. You have much to do before this life is finished. Family, friends and all you know would be diminished. For you are one of those precious folk. Who stand firm like the solid oak. We all await the day you stand erect, Not a hint of discomfort do we detect. Loving mother come back with clarity. To prevail with your usual sincerity. © Carol G Oliver