A Stem- Cell Lament. June 2007

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......