Waiting for Mary
Some weeks ago my wife, Mary, had a routine procedure done at the local hospital. While sitting in the waiting room. waiting to be called, a number of thoughts went through my mind. I picked up a pen and a sheet of paper and began jotting them down. What follows is the poem that I wrote while waiting (I did polish it up a little.):
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Waiting nervously
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Click, clack, click, clack!
The heels of some secretary echo down the hall.
A chill air settles across my shoulders;
I should have brought a sweater.
A doctor greets the wife of a patient;
They move to a private room.
The TV on the wall chatters incessantly;
Nobody is watching it.
I wait impatiently for my pager to beep;
I know it will startle me.
I must go to the bathroom;
What if the pager calls me?
And so it goes;
Waiting for Mary.
Copyright © Jay D Weaver - December 28, 2007
Nb: Her procedure turned out fine. Her results were negative. Still, waiting is not fun!
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