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take care of my babies

 “take care of my babies” was all she could say

as she thought of the worst thing that could happen that day

but with that said and done, she lay back her head

and awaited her operation on that hospital bed

with a nod and a wink, hoping there would be no more pain

her i.v. was started, followed with her questions about rain

and there we waited while she sawed her logs

reminding patients nearby of the Budwiser frogs

then her time finally came as they wheeled her away

“take care of my babies” I could still hear her say

a half hour they said, maybe just a bit more

till she’ll be off to recovery, where it’s legal to snore

then one hour longer, to eat, drink and pee

and we would be back in our car, my honey and me

till she finally would get home to her very own bed

with no more worries left in her head

for she was always a trooper and when all’s said and done

there’s no doubt in by mind that she is that special one

who’ll go that extra mile with only one small care

“just take care of my babies, if and when I’m not there”

10 October 2000

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