We're always there and never late
again the day we sit and wait,
thrice again we must believe
stem cells elusive, are for thee,
the nurses come for blood to take
to send to lab, a longer pray.
The swinging doors the patients bring
but my dearest one, no longer sings.
I look at medi-wash machines
I try to peep at path-lab screens,
results for 'dear heart' just this time,
a higher count would do just fine.
Some patients grim, it's such a shame,
the counts not good it's home again.
It's not a lot dear lord you see,
to send the stem-cells straight to me
I'll keep them safe, right by my heart,
I'll hold them tight, then he won't part.
We need them here just for him
please, dear lord, to help him win.
I look at pictures on the wall
don't ask me what their called - at all,
the time ticks on, but slowly now
my heart in isolation, bows.
It breaks my heart to see his face
I hate to watch this turn of fate.
He's patient looking at the door
which opens now, but brings no more.
We wait and wait as doctors pass
please give the 'green light' so we can start.
We're tired now this fight is long
but we'll not stop, they could be wrong !
Send back those lab results to us
and make them good, a million plus......