His palms are sweaty
he can smell his vomit
it's almost time already
his hands are fidgety and nervous
There are bags under his panicked eyes
the food they give him lays untouched
getting up he wiped his hands on his thighs
and begins to pace back in forth
He keeps glancing at the clock
counting down the minutes
he's so scared he can barely talk
two minutes and it's all over
On his knees he begins to pray
that when this is all over
everything will all be okay
one minuet and it's all done
People in white come out
the man takes a deep breath
when he gets up his mind is full of doubt
it's time now no turning back
When he sees her small white
face smiling at him from the bed
he knows it's going to be all right
he and his little girl are going home
