Waiting to know

By Jemma Mickleburgh

Today we took Bethany to the hospital,
The ward number was 27,
Whilst I waited on the soft chairs,
I worried about her,
I was waiting to know.

Each time I heard footsteps,
My mind was filled with hope,
Every minute, every second seemed,
To crawl by slowly, slowly,
I was still waiting to know.

Around the corner,
I heard voices,
They were quiet and,
Speaking in solemn tones,
Oh why am I still waiting, still waiting to know?

People came into the room,
They told me Bethany was ill,
She has to stay in hospital for weeks now,
How I wish I was still waiting, still waiting to know.