He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael.
Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away. Funeral plans are scrapped. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Copyright 1998-2001 Carol A. James.