'Code Blue' Comments

A wonderfully powerful poem. '...our banshee wail had scattered sleep; '. Excellent. The terrible fear that death may take you before you are ready, '...what guarantee I'd raise my boys to sing their own song, or see their rough-hewn blossoming.' The fierce nurse, all practicality and red-scrubbed tenderness. Pastor John and yourself, perhaps both going to the right place at the right time? Enjoyed this very much x