Within Hospital Walls

Yesterday, I sat in a silent classroom.
The children were working
when my phone broke the silence.
I answered, the news came.
I ran,
out to the car
and drove.

There, within hospital walls
I sat outside the emergency room,
with my crying daughter
held close.
The hours came by,
the crying never stopped.
It was then,
at the stroke of 6,
I knew.

The scythe had spoken.