Hush the Screams

Mother in panic; eyes widening and blood boiling

the race against the clock begins

all are in distress; mother, child and father.

seconds feel like hours, I only have one to look after,

a new life is in my hands.

Needles, blood bags, oxygen tubes

time is growing short, my heart is pounding.

There will be no loss,the babe will make it through.

I wear my mask and cape in the form of scrubs

the NICU is my sanctuary and I am my best.

 

 

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