Waiting...

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Waiting...


The smell of disinfectant brings me out of my reverie

I watch poppa as he slowly counts each bead on the rosary

The lines on his face are etched with glass

His eyes find mine how long will this last

The concern is apparent on his loving face

Why tonight of all nights are we in this place

I can feel the walls tremble under there own weight

Maybe this is the time to turn life into fate

I scrunch up my hands lost deep in thought

Looking back at my life my stomach forms a knot

A nurse walks past pushing a faded yellow cart

Every minute I wait eats a hole in my heart

Poppa talks to the nurse but I can't hear whats said

I just keep thinking of momma in that sterile bed

Please give me a sign to Jesus I ask

Poppa comes back wearing a poker mask

I find his eyes in the dimly lit hall

If guilt turned into sorrow I would surely fall

Poppa I speak, is there any news

He stops breathing for a second and I'm utterly confused

My heart flip flops inside my hollow chest

He tries to speak then reconsiders for the best

A solo tear slides down my cheek

He pulls me into his lap to speak

Sara Ann we just have to wait

You have your mommas heart and that's fate

We will know when the lord gives us the sign

But until then little girl your giggles are mine

Dad always knows how to find the giggles

I squirm about trying to escape the wiggles

And as my butt hits the ground escaping dads hand

A piercing cry fills the night and now I understand

I looked at dad with curious eyes

And he said I believe thats your brother that cries

I said dad can we go to her soon

He softly said, once the doctors leave the room

And in that moment I understood dads love

It flies on the back of the highest dove

This marks a new chapter of our story

But tonight I owe momma all the glory


A.D. Small

December 18, 2021

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