Cold Winter’s hard despoiling winds Send storm clouds, sullen and grey. Yet in my heart I’m fondly dreaming Of the blossoms of the May. From this sick-bed my mind is wandering I’ve cast aside all doleful pondering – For I live in hope to see again Those sweet blossoms of the May. Now the surgeons have performed their deeds – For the third time, right nobly they Have made me strong in heart again Before the coming glorious May. Thanks Lord, for guiding their minds and hands In their so skilful, practised way! Please, let me live this life some more, To cherish again sweet blossoms of the May!
January, 1998