WAITING

for Christine A.

I wait impatiently for the mail

You for your hair to grow back in

I shop for Christmas presents

You for strength to hide the fear

I rage that you missed my party

You worry how you'll explain to me

And now that you have

Why am I the one who feels helpless?

While I plan my life out in meticulous order

You thank God each day you're still alive

I complain of sore back and head

You wish for the days that's all you had

I read statistics in the newspaper

You contemplate being one

And while all this goes on we pray together

Now that it's beaten it never returns

© 1992 Chris Sorrenti