I watched out of the hospital window,
a kid in a pink rain coat dash in out of the rain.
I looked across at Pop, he’s been still for days,
he wouldn’t dash inside, he’d dance in that rain.
I think waiting and hoping is the worst, don’t you?
I look at Granma and see she has got old.
I remember when we used to play music together,
and had to tell Pop not to sing, but he sang anyway!
I watched out the hospital window again.
the clouds were not as black as before,
out to the East I saw a rainbow over Maroubra,
and Granma said “Thank God you’re awake.”
2/06/2010
Thank you for all your prayers and good wishes– Chrissy
