Slice Of Life: Waiting

I thank the SOL community whose kind words give me courage to continue to work on my writing. I especially appreciate Two Writing Teachers for hosting this weekly event. 

This poem was drafted during the last days of my mother's life. We all knew what was coming, we just didn't know the when of it. Each evening I went to bed wondering if this would be the end, and in the morning, the vigil continued. My siblings and I were ensconced in an alternate reality where the rest of the world didn't seem to exist anymore.

Waiting

Waiting.

Anticipating.

(I don't do this well)

pulsating

nerves

hiss

along

rigid

lines

hovering

           over

               the

                    edge

                              of

                                 detonation

ambushed near midnight

there,

in the reprieve of sleep

a young girl,

(I don't recognize her at first)

wakes me up,

weeping for her mother