Waiting...

I am sorry but there is just something about hospitals. There's the hospital smell. The Hospital look of all natural colors and gray tones. There's that feeling like something watching you ( thought that could just be my own paranoia). There's just something about hospitals that is weired. I may just be crazy but that's what I think. Sitting in a silent waiting room afraid to talk and afraid to think, for fear you'll think of the worst. What is a Hospital but a waiting ground for news. okay sorry I am going philosophical so i better just stop there, for now.

I just feel like I am falling to pieces as the night goes on.

Just Waiting
Just waiting always wait, just waiting.
Fear gripping in my heart I wait for the news.
In the utter silence of the waiting room, I wait.
Waiting while the snow falls thick.
Waiting while the wind winds up.
Waiting as the breath, breaths raggedly.
As the sweat soaked brow wrinkles with the unseen pain I can not fathom.
To see it cripple the stubbornest and strongest of characters.
The terror and the pain choke of my voice with tears I can't shed.
I must be strong in the wait.
The wait of the unknowing.
The wait of The undecided end.
She is the only one to make the decision now.
To fight or follow...
I am just the waiter, no more then that.
I have done all I may do...
And now for the angels' choice in it all.
I sit and just wait, wait till the final tallies in, always waiting.
You are forgiven... because there was nothing ever to forgive...

For Grandma from your Granddaughter /HSM

Love,
Alianne Morrigan