Bless The Success

My mother’s op was a success,

I hope she doesn’t suffer stress

While she is idly lying in bed

Adhering to what the Dr has said.

She has a strong willing will,

And doesn’t mind taking a pill,

She will soon be on her feet

With her new hip to reap. 

I am going to see her in the morning,

I am grateful I’m not mourning,

I was worried with some sorrow

For my mother’s painful morrow.

Georgia, Scot, Kenzie and Lacey

Are respectfully coming with me. 

© Andrew Stevenson 06/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Georgia is my daughter, Scot is her partner, and Kenzie and Lacey are my grandchildren.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.