CALL MY NAME
Sitting, waiting, reading, anticipation.
Pain building, getting stronger.
Thought it was gone, but alas it is not.
Longing for my name to be called.
Tired of sitting, of holding my head in hands.
Tummy is hungry, can’t wait for food.
Noises all around, but not the noise I want.
The door keeps opening, but not for me.
The red blinks steady, but no beeping.
What will they find I wonder.
Nothing, something, something serious?
I don’t know, I don’t much care.
I just want my name heard.