OH DOCTOR
Sitting in the waiting room,
Expecting yet dreading the worst.
Feeling pessimistic,
I visualize the hearse.
People lining the route,
Flowers covering the coffin.
Men showing respect,
Heads bowed, their caps doffing.
Majestically making its way,
The cortege slowly wending,
Cars full of friends,
It's almost neverending.
* * *
"Mrs Jones, it's your turn now",
The receptionist says with a smile.
"The doctor's ready to see you",
She's new, I like her style.
Seated awaiting the verdict,
I'll never accept it, I know.
Leaning towards me the doctor says,
"Right, let me see that toe".
Copyright Esma Banham