The Surgery

The surgery room, a place of sterile light,

Where skilled hands work to make things right.

The smell of antiseptic fills the air,

As the surgeon and their team prepare.

The patient lies unconscious, still and quiet,

Their life in the hands of those who fight

To heal their body, mend their bones,

And send them on their way back home.

The surgeon's hands move with precision and care,

Their focus unbroken, their expertise rare.

They work to repair, to remove, to heal,

To give their patient a chance to feel.

The machines beep, the monitors blink,

As the team works in sync, their spirits in sync.

The surgery room is a place of hope,

Where illness and injury, they cannot cope.

The surgery room, a place of science and art,

Where healing hands play their part.

The patient is in good hands, that much is clear,

And soon they'll wake up, with a newfound cheer.

The surgery is done, the patient's on the mend,

Their pain and suffering soon to end.

The surgeon and their team, they did their best,

And now it's time for the patient to rest.

The surgery room, a place of transformation,

Where the surgeon's hands bring a new creation.

The patient will heal, their body restored,

And they'll return to their life, with hope and reward.

The surgery room, a place of nerves and fears,

Where patients face the unknown, and shed their tears.

The scent of antiseptic, the sound of machines,

As the surgeon and their team prepare their scenes.

The patient lies on the table, their body exposed,

As the surgeon's skilled hands, they begin to compose.

The sterile instruments shine, ready to assist,

As the surgeon makes incisions, and begins to persist.

The surgery room, a place of hope and despair,

As families and loved ones wait outside with care.

They pray for the best, as the surgeon works with care,

Hoping for a successful outcome, with a relieved air.

The surgeon's hands move with practiced skill,

As they navigate the body, and work to fulfill.

Their expertise and experience, put to the test,

As they strive to make their patient feel their best.

The surgery room, a place of transformation,

Where the surgeon's hands create a new formation.

The patient will heal, their body restored,

And they'll return to their life, with a newfound reward.

As the surgery comes to an end, the team breathes a sigh,

The patient will recover, and their spirits will rise high.

The surgery room, a place of nerves and fears,

But with the surgeon's hands, the hope of healing nears.

The surgery room, a place of precision and care,

Where skilled hands work to repair and restore with flair.

The air is filled with a sense of calm and focus,

As the surgical team begins their work with a purpose.

The patient lies on the table, vulnerable and still,

Their fate in the hands of the surgeon's skill.

The room is quiet, but for the sound of machines,

As the surgeon and their team work behind the scenes.

The surgical instruments gleam in the sterile light,

As the surgeon prepares to make their incision right.

The patient's body is opened up with care and ease,

As the surgeon works to alleviate their disease.

The team works in unison, each playing their part,

Their focus on the patient, their skills an art.

The surgeon's hands move with precision and speed,

As they work to fulfill the patient's need.

The surgery room is a place of transformation,

Where illness and injury meet their final confrontation.

The surgeon's hands create a new beginning,

A chance for the patient to start living.

As the surgery comes to an end, the team takes a breath,

Their job complete, their efforts a success.

The patient will heal, with a renewed lease on life,

Thanks to the skilled hands of the surgical knife.

The surgery room, a place of hope and healing,

Where lives are transformed with a sense of feeling.

A place of precision, care, and expertise,

Where the surgeon's hands create a new masterpiece.

By Adibe ijeoma