Is the hospital waiting room
On New Year’s day.
News does not arrive, so I wait an hour.
Then wait some more.
A woman in the next room howls with grief. Her son is gone.
Her shock rings in my bones.
And I am stuck in between two places,
praying my emotions will soon soar with relief, yet feeling her pain.
I still wait.
A mother does this for her child….. Still hoping the news is good,
I will go to the bowels of grief and unknowing pain for you, if that is the place to find you
Every time, when one time is too many to bear. Even when torn apart, only to be pieced back together, these pieces of my heart.
I pray they won’t be broken again while raising my chin to the heavens in thanks.