In echoes of time, Friday unfolds, A week where memories silently scold. The clock's hands repeat, they relent not, Your absence wraps tight, a lingering knot. Her strength, you would say, like the fiercest of fire, Through flares and illnesses, she'll never tire. Her hospital bed now holds our fears tight, As I wait for your voice to assure, make right. Yet silence speaks in the place of your tone, A vacant echo, I'm left on my own. Hope wrestles with worry, pinning me down, Longing for comfort that wore your crown. After hours in A&E, time crawls slow, With every sigh, a new pain to know. Tomorrow she'll rise, that’s your refrain, But now your words are a ghost in the rain.