The Hospital Room – A Poem About Panic, Waiting, and Gratitude

The Hospital Room Stretched out there, on the bare floor. An anxious gaze… lost, as if without a compass. A hand, gripping her father’s, Like her shelter on this earth, It seemed she kept repeating to him: “Room 4, bed 45, third from the left.” Beside her, panic sets in. Asking, begging, screaming, “What is happening to him, Doctor?” Were these her man’s final moments? Unshaken, he will do everything in his power to make sure it is not so. Across the room, some watch anxiously, others in tears. I could not help but say thank you. We had just arrived, yet I was grateful, Because despite everything, we were far from all this.