It’s Three
It’s three – that’s nine to you out there,
So they’ll be at it, showing care
In ways it’s better not to see –
It’s just as well you’re fast asleep.The body quite resilient is,
As medics do their healing biz;
Quite craftily they cut and sew,
That we some future years might know.For us, as well, we quiet wait
As doctors work – we hesitate
To talk too much, each wrapped in thought
(or book) – we cope as each one ought.So all of us are numb in ways
Appropriate to each this day;
Today you’ll miss while you sleep on;
Just numbness we’ll look back upon.So faith and hope suspend in time
As medics work, for we are blind
To what they do, what they decide,
With mystic arts there by your side.For we pull inward just like you;
We trust the best’s what they will do;
Uphold you with our thoughts and prayers,
And send your way our deep-felt cares.navigation