Waiting Rooms

 

Hospital waiting rooms

are all too familiar

to me this year.

 

I've spent hours in them,

waiting for word,

waiting for Dad,

waiting for Mom.

 

Wondering if I'm waiting

for death.

 

They're all different

and yet the same,

Comfortably uncomfortable,

antiseptically homey.

 

Sometimes I'm ready

with a book or craft,

othertimes I just wait

 

Empty, yet hopeful,

waiting to hear of life

continuing. Maybe this

year I'll wait to hear

of new life

arriving.

 

 

 

Copyright: M. Anna Hanson

29 December 1998

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