POEM - The Bag Holder

Sitting in the waiting room

Like I have before

With the same people

Linda and I with Veronica in between

Veronica has a headache again

It seems like they aren’t listening again

So she huddles in the fetal position

Like she did a decade ago

This time the prognosis is better

It only took two trips

            Both to the Emergency Room

On the second one we tattled

On the young condescending doctor

Who told us were traumatized

Umm, obviously you don’t know us

Just two months ado

We put off taking in Veronica

For a good four weeks

When she got mononucleosis

            At levels 600 times higher

                        Than are normally seen

This time it was a bad infection

So the trip was justified

But not traumatic

Which we were grateful for

Not like ten years ago

When a tumor was un-thought of

After the surgery was different too

Things had to synch back up

Connections had to restart

Like the Police she sought Synchronicity

Like Green Day she was starting with Brain Stew

The funniest thing were the tests

We had one where she had to be sleep deprived

So we went to a midnight show

Saw that movie “Hidalgo”

We were the only ones there

Until the concession stand guys rolled in

They had a massive bag of popcorn

Left over, temporarily retained

They stayed until they were bored

Then gave us the whole bag

All of this I’m thinking about

Dozing in the examination room

Trying to be supportive

Actually very tired

Never getting to sit in the comfy bed

Always left holding the bag