The phone call was from my brother,
and the text message from my friend.
His spoke of ambulances, and her’s of hospitals.
Something was wrong his said, and hers spoke of all things good.
Fifteen seconds separated the communications. Last night there was Joy and Fear, and wishing I could be anywhere but in bed worrying and hoping.
Today, my father is home from the hospital, and my friend has a new baby girl. All things good in the daylight.