by Focus
© 2000 Focus, all rights reserved
What I hate is the waiting
The shaking in fear
The waiting to know
Just what tragedy's here
I watched Mother stagger.
I heard her faint call.
Saw blood, cuts, and bruises.
I just want to bawl.
Instead I am waiting
Amid smells of the sick
For the diagnosis -
Please, doc, make it quick!