A waiting room filled with tears and delight,
Doors line the hall,
Each containing a story that is kept in hushed tones,
A balloon sways behind one to the right,
What message does it carry?
Get Well Soon!
To the woman who will surely never leave.
It’s a boy!
The nurses try to break the news.
Happy Birthday!
His ninety-third to be exact.
The door could be an entrance to life,
Or an exit,
Depending on the balloon.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
A waiting room filled with tears and delight,
Doors line the hall,
Each containing a story that is kept in hushed tones,
A balloon sways behind one to the right,
What message does it carry?
Get Well Soon!
To the woman who will surely never leave.
It’s a boy!
The nurses try to break the news.
Happy Birthday!
His ninety-third to be exact.
The door could be an entrance to life,
Or an exit,
Depending on the balloon.
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