The look of shock upon her face
As her mate on the cold ground lies
Unable to rise, eyes full of confusion
Pupils dilated, face a purplish color
Jerky movements make her wonder
If he is suffering a brain contusion
A call for help she quickly raises
Medics arrive for whom she offers praises
They start an IV, apply O2, check him out
Off to the nearest hospital they drive
Parking the ambulance, they see her arrive
They left first, but she knew a quicker route
In the E.R. the nurse collects the history
From his medical past to unlock the mystery
Of his present illness, what is happening?
His O2 level is low, tho’ the oxygen is on
Something must be done or soon he’ll be gone
His nailbeds are blue; is that Heaven’s choir singing?
She prays for strength her fear not to show
She does not want her mate to know
How close to death he has already come
Her fears she shares in prayer with the Lord
Listening to her woes, He never gets bored
Thus she faces her ordeal with more peace than some.
Dottie Palmer