Holding my breath because I can’t breathe.
Climbing the stairs- we’re drawing near.
Passing each door and I don’t want to see.
Nearing the room that holds all my fear.
Opening the door, smiling past tears.
Looking away as I give you a bouquet
Holding your hand, I silently pray
Kissing your cheek if it takes the pain away
Saying goodbye but I’m reassured you’ll be okay
Knowing they have fixed your broken airway.