Dear Doctor

Dear Medical Professional, You will ask about his medical history, And I will repeat the story I have told 100 times or more, The details fine tuned to the essentials I know you need: He was born full term, He has a 7 year old brother who is fit and well, He is allergic to penicillin.  You will ask me what happened, And I will answer: He is 6 years old. He wasn't breathing for 7 minutes. I gave him mouth to mouth. I will hand over a careful typed piece of A4 paper. It will tell you his hospital number, The things he is allergic to, A list of medications and doses. You will take it and smile. You'll tell me I make your job easier. I will stand calm, And in control.  You see my demeanour, my hospital bags packed and ready, And you say, You've done this before. I'll nod and say many times. But remember this; That 6 year old is my baby. That boy with the oxygen, And the wires, And the tubes, Is my son. I watched him turn bl

I'd Move Heaven And Earth To Help You

I would move heaven and earth for you,
If I could.

I'd walk a thousand miles for you,
If it would help.

I'd pray to God,
To any god,
To every god,
If I thought it would make a difference. 

I'd go to hell and back for you.

I've been to hell and back with you.

I've begged God to save you,
To help me,
To stop this.

I've walked miles of hospital corridors,
Paced the house in the early hours,
Ran until I couldn't breathe.
For you, 
With you, 
Because of you.

And yet;
Here we are...