Waiting Room

I sat waiting
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





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