Mimi Paris
Boca Raton
The Emergency Room
numbers on the screen
keep on going down.
I head for the nurse.
She’s talking, laughing.
I tell her, “Look!”
Her face shows fear.
My heart beats fast
and I run back.
Stuff rolls in,
Lots of staff.
Room is packed.
Shouts heard:
“Try again!”
“Gone.”
QUICK AND TO THE POINT.
I’M AN RN (RET) LAUGHING?
BETTER ITS DONE IN COFFEE
ROOM, JUST SAYIN.
What a beautiful, heartfelt poem that is. I truly enjoyed reading it.
High Impact. I’m crying A dear friend recently lost her husband.
Very powerful.
Unembellished with fancy words that skirt around the absolute reality of death! Mimi Paris
always writes with a sense of clarity and honesty.