Waiting for the next letter, the next page, reprieve



The letter you never want to hear.
One letter that means death is near.
Then you wonder
Why me, why now?

The answer still ten days away
The clock ticks slowly every day.
The time I fear
will stop for me.

I haven't had a very good life
Was hoping again to be a wife.
Alone I wait
for the news.

Oh C with your long Latin name
you go back to whence you came.
You are not welcome
to share my space!

Poetry by Jackie Ameriault
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Written on 2010-11-16 at 18:51

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Rob Graber
Moving in its simplicity. Fine write!