Waiting Room

There aren’t chairs sufficient
For everyone who waits;
Amenities deficient
And TV news that grates.

The décor’s pretty boring.
There’s litter on the floor.
So far nobody’s snoring;
I’m sure that that’s in store.

A sign announces eating
And drinking aren’t allowed.
That sign’s the only greeting
To welcome all the crowd.

We sit and wait for hours
While patients are post-op.
We must obey the powers
Of people at the top.

The day drags on forever,
But we cannot complain.
We’ve no IV’s to sever,
No nausea or pain.

Our purpose is providing
Support and love and cheer.
Our hope, of course, is riding
On their knowing we are here.

We pop into recovery
To say a quick hello;
And then make the discovery
They’ve got a while to go.

And so we’re back to waiting,
Which I guess I’m glad to do;
‘Cause this anticipating
Means at least they made it through.