People silently sitting
Some sit with hands fidgeting
And knees twitching
Nervous tension
Sat in neat orderly lines and rows
Waiting, clock watching
Tick tock tick tock
They sit with fear etched on their faces
There’s a sense of premature sadness that fills the air
Waiting, clock watching
Tick tock, tick tock
Empathic smiles shared between strangers
In corridors and rooms with sterile coloured walls
With magazines on tables 3 months out of date
and discarded styrofoam cups
Soft muzak plays to soothe the patients as they wait to learn their fate
Waiting, clock watching
Tick tock, tick tock
For their name to be called
For their futures to be decided
Whether it is allowed to continue as it was before
But for those who are told the bad news (no one wants the bad news)
They leave the doctor’s office
With their world crashing down
Tumbling around their feet
Whilst those left sit patiently
Smile with empathic grins
All thinking the same thought
There but for the grace of God (go I)
But still they sit
Waiting, clock watching
Tick tock, tick tock
For their name to be called out
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland
You okay Finn?
Hello Roxi,
II’m fine ,thank you for asking. The above poem was a written observation of what I had been through with my partner Jo and her visits to her cardiologist (by the way her pacemaker is doing fine and more so is Jo) and my currently I’m doing hospital trips with my mum to her oncologist .
I was sat waiting for 3 hours yesterday as my mum had scans , so I thought I’d use my time productively and the above is the result.
Hope you are well
Take care
Finn x
Nice expressions.
Thank you