Waiting Room

December 3, 2010
By Gianna7 BRONZE, Media, Pennsylvania
Gianna7 BRONZE, Media, Pennsylvania
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I sat waiting
Never changing
The cold draft present
As if devil sent
Hands intertwined
I whined
Head dropped to the lap
I felt the gentle pat
The doctor stood
I, wishing I could
I’m not ready
I wasn’t ready
But why bother?
She wasn’t ready either

The author's comments:
Dedicated to my godfather and his beloved angel

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