Where Could My Molly Be Poem by Chris Embrick

I asked that doctor what's his name
How much longer we'd be here
He just told me to breath again
Then looked in both my ears
When that pretty nurse comes in
The one who brings my pills
I'll ask her to check on my Molly
You know my Molly's ill.

I need to call my daughter soon
Tell her mother's feeling bad
You know she was always such a happy child
But now she seems so sad
Whoever was here before us
Left their pictures in the frames
They remind me of my children
But I can't recall their names.

I wonder if it's Sunday yet
And if this month is June
Why on earth did we choose this hotel
They have such tiny rooms
Eighty years of marriage
My how time has left us
Maybe Molly's in the kitchen
Scrambling eggs for our breakfast.

And who are all those people in wheel chairs
Who never stop by to see us
And that strange fellow yesterday
Who said Molly went home to be with Jesus
I'm sure they'll be back soon
We've planned so long for this vacation
I know if my Molly saw me this worried
She'd scold me for being so impatient.

Wouldn't you know we'd get the room
With the bad TV reception
And that chef blended all my food again
Despite all my objections
The accommodations are so crowded here
And I've never seen so much commotion
Next time we go on vacation,
We'll rent that condo by the ocean.