Tears for a Friend Yesterday, in room 208, I cried Alone, my weary tears flowed unrestrained They were tears of joy They were tears of sorrow They were sweet tears They were salty, bitter tears Yesterday, in room 208, I fretted I ached for a friend A friend for whom life was being altered yet restored Yesterday, I was sad and happy Yesterday, my text messages went as they did Fast and furious, begging for answers And, prompt answers came back in words terse but hopeful Yesterday, in room 208, I dreamt I dreamt horrible dreams I dreamt sweet dreams I dreamt profound dreams Yesterday, in room 208, I texted “Any idea yet? I am anxious, I am sacred” “Progress” the answer flashed on my screen Then I waited and I waited some more Off again my text went: “Not yet?” “Still in, but doing fine” the reply came, in seconds “Ok, Allah in control” I let my fingers type Yesterday, in room 208, as the hours came and went I stayed put I sent home my charges I put on a brave face But when the final text came in When I realized it was over for my friend I cried I cried tears of relief I cried tears of concern For the road ahead is still long!
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 20:32:05 +0000
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