Surgery Waiting Room Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting is intolerating when it's for a friend undergoing
surgery, minutes seem like days, even when they're hours.

Time does not go fast enough to bring us back together,
slow, but steady is the way in which we wait, yet what we
want is for it to go fast and went!

Nervously pacing deep inside, trying not to let it show,
being stretched to the limits, waiting for the doctor to
walk out the exit and come talk to us.

Praying, deftly sitting on the edge of our chairs, we wait
in silent nervousness, each one in a different world of
thoughts.