(Just waiting for my check up and trying not to worry so I thought I would write out some of my frustrations and worry.)
An hour to go until I am
Smushed smashed and squished
The pain doesn’t bother me
It has become routine
It’s the waiting
And not knowing
That give me the grey hairs
But at least I have hair
It left for awhile
Fourteen years ago now
So this should be no problem
The worry should be past
But there is always a chance
And for that I always worry…
