In response to Mary’s Tuesday’s Poetry Challenge wit the Room with or without a view theme
Those two nights without you were like a neverending nightmare.
You were alone and I missed you so much.
I cried and called the hospital again and again,
begging at least for a chair beside your bed.
But there was no place.
They “couldn’t help”.
It was so late
and I felt tired, couldn’t manage the pain.
I worried and the sleep decided not to come.
The next day was even worse.
Then I suddenly heard ringing the phone.
They called me, I have to come,
my little one is crying and he can’t be without his mom.
Thank you dear Lord!
I threw few stuff into my bag
and flew to the hospital.
I stood in the white sterile room,
gazing at the open door,
waiting to hear your steps,
whispering you are very close.
Then I saw you entering the room,
your little hand held a big kind nurse’s hand,
your other hand squeezed your favorite toy.
Panting and weeping bitter tears,
you fell into my open arms whispering:
“Please, stay here with me!”