Empty busyness occupies my time,
Avoiding the clock’s face.
I do not let the questions in my mind try to find anwers.
My mind’s created responses may not be the truth and will only frighten more than reality.
I remember a time when I could walk in and help, with no fear or restrictions.
What once was routine now comes with unknown dangers.
Now I must wait by the phone, hoping I hear what I wish for.
My only gateway to her in her hospital bed.
Waiting to hear she is safe and out of harms way.
As the phone shakes the table I lift it and a voice pours into my ear,
I feel the relief fill my body.
Then a sudden realization that the first wait is now complete, but there is more waiting to come.