Waiting room

Wooden arms, hard worn by worries fingers, corral fidgeting visitors restless on faded fabric of medicines practice…
Crumpling and cringing, waiting for news, gowned and readied for a doctors probing views…
Silently screaming, what will they say, an answer here or com back another day…
Too soon the return frown filled smiles, nothing now we see alleviates new eyes on these growing files…
Still with the prayer a fixed to our lips, watching others hopes begin to slip we sit…
Nothing we know, nothing we can tell just another test, sitting in waiting room hell…
Hearts full of hope, whispering new prayers, for ourselves and others who need care…
WAM

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