Thanksgiving for Recovery
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- Written January 2009
We knew nothing of body defencesMarshalled into action
When foreigners invaded
Multiplying in air sacs
Swamping alveoli
Starving of breath
And making us wonder.
But something was happening
As antibodies and white cells
Came to the rescue
With someone looking after me
I knew I was on the mend
Conscious of recovery
When their tears dried.
Caged in a hospital bed
Felt like a cell on death-row
And their faces told a story
With the sadness of uncertainty
As we thought it was all over
But when someone stroked my head
We were together again.
January 2009
Max, the Taylors’ Labrador, recovered from pneumonia.
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