The waiting chair
where time stops
where machines and tubes
beepings, flashing numbers
measure life
in lifeless pulse.
My chair once
sometimes my younger son’s
as we
waited
for one fading generation
now my firstborn’s
as he waits
for me.
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May 4, 2016 at 11:54 am
Sending good thoughts for good health. I’ve spent too much time in hospital waiting rooms and waiting chairs recently, and while machines and tubes may may be needed, life is measured in so much more than flashing numbers.
May 4, 2016 at 11:10 pm
Thanks for your good thoughts, Bonny. I visited your blog the other day and saw the photos of the hospital and of the mural on the wall and I was concerned for you. I tried to leave a comment, but I couldn’t. I’ve tried before, and have also tried to follow your blog but for some reason my attempts don’t work. My technical know-how is not impressive.
I do want you to know that I admire your knitting skills beyond all saying. You are very gifted!