Hospital waiting rooms are the absolute worst. The chairs are dreadfully uncomfortable. The vending machine food inedible. The droning of the television cannot drown out the silence from the nurse’s station. What are you supposed to do?
You cannot get comfortable. Even if you could, you cannot go to sleep. You still do not know. You could stare at the screen, but you still would not understand or remember from one scene to the next. You are just too preoccupied.
You have flipped through that two year old magazine for the third time. You still have no idea what it is about. You close the cover, only to discover it is about the benefits of podiatry. How did that get here? Better still, why did you pick it up?
Let’s walk down the hall and see if we can find anything out from the nurses who just came on shift. They are giggling amongst themselves. Maybe, the last shift will not have passed on the prohibition to letting you know anything.
You are there behind the glass.
Your lips mouth I love you.
Fingers release your blown kiss.
They wheel you behind heavy doors.
I want to go with you,
Afraid there’s something I’ll miss.
One fifty nine, one sixty
One sixty one, one sixty two.
I’ve paced back and forth until
The carpet shines in my wake.
The ticking clock–no comfort.
Dark clouds shroud the sealed window.
Impatiently waiting for daybreak.
Composing a pithy retort
For the news I direly fear,
True source of deep heartache.
The doors vomit your doctor
Swathed in green head-to-toe.
What is that look she wears?
Revealed in dropping her mask.
For a moment, we just didn’t know,
But you can relax all your fears.
You won’t need the football, sir.
Unless you tie a pink bow.
(c) Ann Marie Dwyer
What pre-birth gift did you buy no matter if it was to be a boy or a girl? Who believes in the sexism of toys? Do boys play with dolls and girls play with guns?