Tears of joy dampen these lines.

I see this valiant woman in scrubs.

Vigilant as an eagle

Restless as a prowling lioness

Moving this way and that...

I see this valiant woman in scrubs

Protecting her Sam

Challenging Death to come near,

Daring Death to snatch her son from her.

She will have none of that.

Long and agonizing have been the days.

Long have been the nights

That have lain so heavily upon her heart

Since she first saw the crumpled body of her precious son

Lying wounded on a bed.

Yet while others may have been willing to submit,

To give up in resignation;

While others were inclined to see darkness

She was determined to see light on a far off mountain.

With spine of steel she has braced herself,

Waiting anxiously for each report

And believing, believing, believing cried:

My Sam is coming back,

My Sam is coming back!

And while Sam's battered heart

Could but feebly beat for itself

Her mother's heart beat for him

And willed him miraculously back to life.

Now the sun is breaking through the clouds

And her joyful cry like a thunderclap echoing

Down the mountainside proclaims:

My son shall live, my son shall live!

Leo R. Lynch

August 23, 2005