The Waiting Room

Pensive, empty faces Young and old Keeping idle chatter Above the noise of squirming, squealing babies... Mothers forge patience while stuffing tots with Popcorn and soda pop pacifiers. The clock, under constant scrutiny, glares back The hour,10 a.m. Someone mumbles 'I've been here since 8! ' The nurse, in her crispy white, gives an annoyed glance But apoligizes for our absentee doctor, Explains, 'He's running late'... No news to us! We play musical chairs to the rhythmic click - click Of the lavatory doors, going for temporary relief, Having kept the water fountain busy. Floor pacers sigh and stretch, A teenage girl stumbles in from the adjoining alcoholic Clinic...her partner steadying her in embarrassed calm, Someone giggled behind me, the nurse's stare brings Chilled quietness. Soon the waiting is over as names are called Indifferently over the loud speaker - Folks disappear enthusiastically - soon to return In a twilight state. Children, now being cooed lovingly, with reasurring Touches... Then, suddenly my name - I smiled - someone finally said it right! It seems all eyes follow me Someone yells 'Good luck, Kid! ' I answered 'If I holler, make 'em let me to! ' For the first time laughter... I leave the waiting room stoutheartedly, The best dentist in town awaited me!