Half a Heart
Hypo-Plastic Left Heart Syndrome
Let me tell you about my miracle,
He stands just two feet tall,
He has overcome great odds
Although he may be small.
He has fought all his life
To have a chance to live,
To play and laugh and run and cry,
To show his love and give.
He fought at birth with all his might
and even all his breath,
When they thought he gave it all,
He still had more left.
He lay on a table for eight hours,
His heart in a surgeon's hands,
No one's hands ever stood so still
as those surgeons hands.
I sat in a waiting room with baited breath
I've never felt so scared,
Till a nurse came out to say
That his heart had been repaired.
It wasn't all he'd need, oh no
He still had more to come,
He'd need at least one more
As long as he wasn't troublesome.
So he fights a daily battle
Just one we cannot see,
Fighting every single day
To just be alive and breathe.
So, when you see my hero
Don't be filled with pity or strife.
He may only have half a heart
But he lives a full life.
*Dedicated to HLHS and CHD*
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