by Nola Beeler – Anacortes, WA
T’was the night before surgery and all through the house, not a morsel was eaten – I was nothing by mouth
My warm wooly socks hung near the back door, in hopes I would see them at a quarter past four
Tom donned his nightshirt as I did the same; then we dubiously considered the sleep we might claim.
The alarm rang so loudly, so bold, and so clear
“DBS day is here, you have nothing to fear” .
So into the Honda – down the freeway we flew…your DBS is ready
HOW ABOUT YOU?