Waiting, waiting, waiting room
Hope they’ll come to see you soon
Crumpled souls perched on the edge of hope. One false move and you fall into despair.
Weeks sat by a bed. Bright, colourful plastic cheeriness. Looking into deadened eyes.
Waiting, waiting, waiting room
Do you want to be back soon?
Smiling faces on the television screens taunting you with memories of the normal world.
Wooden birds and tissue paper seahorses tell their own story of woe. Set sail upon the smooth floor – it’s cleaned seven times a day.
Waiting, waiting, waiting soon
Can you hear screaming in the other room?
Can you fry an egg on the tiny kitchen? A day old soggy sandwich will have to suffice. Ten pounds on the clock and counting.
Waiting
Waiting
Hating room
Waiting
Shaking
medical hues
Waiting, waiting, waiting room
Hope you don’t come back here soon
Copyright John de Gruyther 2016
The World Outside the Window 
I hope your loved one does not go back to the hospital again soon, or at all
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Thank you. Me too, it’s been a hard few months.
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