The waiting room in a children's hospital
is a terribly emotional place.
Families sit together in their
and wait for their little loved ones
to knit themselves back together,
Some family groups are confused and
at a loss,
others are angry and demanding,
others are broken and inconsolable.
We are one of the lucky groups today,
our baby is doing well;
other groups have been here longer than we have.
We all understand that things
can and do go terribly wrong at any stage
of the recovery.
We sit and read, play cards,
work on the computer,
surf the Internet,
eat food we know we shouldn't
talk on the phone to family and friends
as we stand, looking out the windows
at stone walls and nothing at all.
This is a beautiful hospital,
there are many lovely, artistic spaces
and colors everywhere.
There is a roof-top garden full of
tiny animal statues and opportunities
for learning and laughter.
And there are many small children
lying in beds, alone with their pain,
but with loving hands lain upon them
to comfort and to calm.
We take turns looking at our
sweet little prince as he sleeps.