Hospital’s Child

Anguish stalks through the night
while stiff sheets imprison me,
longing for the dreaded one,
the white and blue military mother
with the on-duty cheer-me-up cuddle.

That solitary bulb
mocks my darkness.
Those far away echoes
haunt my silent isolation.
The beautiful clatter of the kitchen people
barks savagely
at my loneliness.

I wait through the night.
Will no one come,
no one help or want to know?
And, if I call, or ask,
won’t that ‘no one’ want even less to know,
come to comfort me for her hurts sake,
seek to stay my tears to quench her sorrow?