Waiting Room Observations. . .

To my left a mother quietly reads to the small child in her lap;
. . . slowly encouraging her little one to pronounce the words herself.

To my right an elderly lady with a blush to her face;
. . . speaks into her cell phone, "Didn't you hear my friend? I am getting married, this fall!"

I sit in between waiting to hear- waiting for a Doctor to tell me for good or for bad;
. . . "Well, this is how it is."

A strange place to be, bordered by Hope on both sides of the room;
. . .  when you have none.