Thursday, April 27, 2006

Poetry Thursday

I - Emergency room

One room, two beds
A curtain in between.

Conversations overheard, not whispered,
The curtain is too thin.

A child's shrieks of fear and protest,
The curtain is too thin.

Sounds beeping and pinging,
Smells sharp and astringent,
The curtain is too thin.

The quiet sobbing of my daughter
Presses against my heart.

Thin curtains do not matter.

1 comment:

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

this says it true, especially the part about the curtain!