Waiting Room 239

In the waiting room, Room 239,
   we were all. . . waiting 
A young girl and her brother, or maybe it was her friend,
   were playing with an old tennis ball
   rolling it back and forth across a table, laughing
Suddenly, that happy face began to change
   and her face, no, with her entire body, she began to cry
   and cry she did until she cried no more
   and after a time,  she smiled again
And I thought
   if only I could cry like that little girl
   If only I could cry
But I didn’t really know her grief
   just as you don’t really know mine
   and crying doesn’t always help
   and the fiercest love may fail
In the waiting room, Room 239,
   where we are all...waiting

-August 1, 2006-