Heart Under The Knife Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Swallowing his pride
Pushing ignorance aside
Taking in what they had said
Laying there in the hospital bed

Thinking about his families plight
Hoping somehow, things would turn out right
Who would be the breadwinner?
Without this operation, he had his last home dinner

Just a sixty forty chance of survival
One heart for his transplants, impending arrival
Unexpected, no time to think it over
It had to happen, or push up clover

Nurses rushing, doctor interjecting
Anaesthetist, injecting
Another aide calling his wife
Preparing him for the surgeons knife

Fuzzy feelings in his brain
Not having any more pain
Quickly counting down from ten
Remembering saying eight, then

Waking up to his wife’s smiling face
Feeling like, he was floating in space
A new heart pumping inside his chest
Thankful he had passed this test