Time and the phone

by Larry Chamberlin   Dec 5, 2017

Waiting melts patience like icing in the sun
no sweetness left, just the anxiety inside
moldering as stale cake while waiting,
hoping for the call that must come
or perhaps will bring worse news instead.

Time that has gone by seems unreal
when the stakes are considered;
it’s the time left to us must be held dear
and those we hope will be calling
even if it’s the wrong diagnosis.


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  • 10 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Larry, you've really captured that impossible wait for news that could be life-changing, going over all of the possible outcomes and consequences in your mind. I can really relate. Excellent. :-)