A Gift

The walls are sea foam green ,

like small paint swatches at Home Depot,

unlike serene green fields.

I smell fear,

my own

and of others in this waiting room.

Anticipation,

palpitation,  

results , 

lucky ones and not so lucky.

Will life become a battle or

another day to take for granted

after we forget sitting on this edge.

I hand over the red Target Visa card,

gladly paying the out of network fee.

In a corner I sit and watch,

finally sinking my head to the phone.

I drift

 thinking of you,

will you remember me 

by the sink washing grapes plump

and delicious for you to savor?

Will you remember our bedtime 

when I showered you with kisses

and I told you that I love you from

here to the moon and back?

Will you remember my laughter when

you would tell me jokes ?

Will you remember all the things that

make up our life?

I hope that you remember that

my love will carry you always

through dark and light days,

that I will live on in your heart,

forever.

Thankfully, I am okay. But while I was sitting nervous waiting to see the specialist my doctor sent me to after having a mammogram and ultrasound I started writing this poem. Having a little scare puts things in perspective.I am blessed to have good news. My thoughts wandered to everyone else in the waiting room. I 

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