This Ward

This ward - It sees it all: Hope, fear, resignation, Tenacity, worry, And always ever again, hope. We are The wondering and worrying crowd, Kept busy and treated, Between CT scans And followup consultations. This ward - It sees it all: Weight up, weight down, Our spirits too Up, down, up again, down. The spirit and weight lift is busy. This ward - It sees it all: Where silence is respected (Sometimes you just need to stop And succumb to 'shhh'), With hearts and minds In all manner of overdrive. And sometimes, Trying to remember When we weren't here On this mortality reminding corridor. This ward - It sees it all: Takes us into its caring space And simply says "I'm here. Remember too This space is for you."