Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Clinique des soins d'urgence Reine Elizabeth

 She answers the unheard other:

"I'm at the Queen E,"

Much too loudly for the space

Which is not truly cute enough

To have a nickname

Her mother, Hester, is rolling away now

Hester's throat is sore today,

Her knee appointment is next week

I know these things because

Too loudly was not a one-time thing

For her daughter on the phone

Hester likely goes by Hester only,

But this I do not know for sure.

The tree where the wheelchair was

Lights the linoleum with fairy spots

It's a lowest common denominator type

Of Christmas tree, ekeing out the title

Because they'll put it away next week

Leaving like Hester a gap in the seats.

My cousin, Leslie, we used to call her

Our Little Butterball when she was born

Up until the moment the nickname

Would cause psychological harm.

She looks just like her, this little girl 

Who now sits in Hester's daughter's seat

Eyeing up the Christmas tree with babyjoy

Zeyneb got called now, and Jeanne.

Given the choice between English and French

Both answer "Oh, either is fine."

How precious, the gift of choice in the waiting room.

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