Realist Poem
Sitting outside the waiting room The woman at the front desk seems a bit annoyed Understandable, everything must run smoothly The chairs are stiff and gray The walls are decorated brightly, orange and yellow With inspirational quotes In white text. I sit Bundled up in my coat A purple scarf my friend knitted me And a hat from a store. My aunt is antsy to get out She shows a picture of her dog She's been in this kind of place before And doesn't care to relive it But she hides behind a smile on her face. My grandmother appears Walking slowly, but firmly She tells me to follow her That I should see this for myself That it would be good for me. When I go back, My grandfather is in a chair, with tubes sticking out I think that he's happy to see me But he'd probably be happy to see anyone He smiles He gets up and hugs me When I was little he'd squeeze so tightly I'd laugh But today I'm the one squeezing His strength is faded I have ...