IMPATIENCE
Impatient, we sit,
Four women in hospital gowns,
Nurse keeps busy with drops
In eyes, one after another.
Impatient, we gather,
Ten women in hospital corridor,
Eyes, antiseptic orange
In wheelchairs we wait.
Impatient, nurse pushes
Conveyor belt women,
Chairs one after another
To operating room.
Now it’s my turn,
I’m pushed past my fear
Impatient no more,
I glide through the door.
On table I lay,
It’s a cataract day.
Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.
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