Totally at peace, writing while sitting here in a surgery
waiting room, due in the operating room at nine o'clock,
praying I won't quit breathing again like the other times.
Doctor well aware of it, going to do everything to prevent
it from happening again, oldest son here with me, staying
just in case something happens.
Gives me a feeling of being loved and cared for, he's such
a good son and I love him very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem