WAITING IN X-RAY
Waiting in X-ray for my turn to come,
Watching those around can be quite fun,
Young and old sitting in different attitudes
Gives my active mind a good supply of food.
One on the edge of her seat in a worried way,
Another pacing as if he does not want to stay,
Next to me, she’s knitting her time not to waste,
There’s a man drumming his fingers as if in haste.
A mom and son, she has a scarred kind of look,
Just vacantly thumbing her way through a book,
An elderly couple don’t know where they should go,
But their uncertainty do not want to others show.
There is a TV with sad news coming over the air,
You try not to listen at the troubles everywhere,
Oh, here comes the nurse, I hope she will call for me,
No, I will need to keep on waiting awhile I can see.
At least I have managed to write a poem or two now,
It’s better than sitting twiddling my thumbs some how,
I think they have forgotten me for I am now all alone,
I hope I am called soon or I may begin to cry and moan.
Now I am back at home the last verse to sit and write,
They had not forgotten me they relieved my plight
They at last called my name my tests to complete
Now I have to wait a week the results to go and seek.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 14 October 2005