The Miracle

This is the story of my operation and my birth and all the complications that I have. Everyone asks me about the scars on my body so I wrote this poem to tell my story.

A little baby born so small

That she could hardly crawl

All her parents could do is pray

That their little girl would be okay

Born three months less than expected

And in her arms were injected

Needles and IV’s filled with fluid

As she lay in a hospital bed

Resting her weary little head

Into her a trake was placed

For she could hardly breathe

All these dangers that she faced

Was something people couldn’t believe?

Two months later she was released

With trake and feeding tube in place

A look of relief on her mother’s face

As she carried her baby out the door

Hoping not to go back there anymore

Now she had grown up big and strong

From the hospital she stayed so long

When people ask her about her scars

She would stop and look at them with dread

And would reply with “I could have been dead”

And so I tell this story

Of a girl with courage and might

Which she could have died at birth

On that cold, dark, stormy night