Deja Vu
Deja Vu
See the red light in the hall.
Feel the bleakness over all.
Steel lamp at the nurses’ station
Darkened wards with moaning patients
On a metal chair, you sit,
the whole surrounds, dimly lit.
Oh, she’s just a little child,
who must wait here for a while.
How bravely you did wait,
in this after-midnight fate.
Soon a mother comes in view,
a hand extended to free you.
By the cement wall you walk,
with silence broken by a talk.
Mother had tears in her eyes.
"Tonight, your father nearly died."
3/4/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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