The sun slowly rises in a golden glow.
Spirits straining to reach,
to touch.
Fear and anxiety of the night now gone.
Relaxed and breathing,
pain now easing
as daylight bursts.
The day transforms a wandering mind.
Relatives visit
and doctors review.
But as the dusk starts creeping
into the body starts seeping
the fear of the night.
Will she have time to sit and talk,
hold my hand,
listen to me?
Will my fears subside in the light of her care?
Or will I silently weep
whilst pain silently seeps
into my soul,
in the depths of the night?
