On this day,
one year ago,
a young lady
went
under the knife.

A healthy,
mature lady,
being
operated on.

So many tests
had been
concluded,
and
this lady
had passed
them all.

Still,
there she was,
on
the operating
table.

Not so much,
for herself,
as
for
another.

(continues in the book)

© Gary Dodd 2010

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