Thirty Minutes

I like the doctor's office waiting room,
Where we spent thirty minutes, just until
The doctor called us. I stood very still
While Sue looked round, in the encroaching gloom,
As if to say, "What's that?" or maybe, "Whom?"
It was our moment! Us! We'd had our fill
Of waiting, but I like this room, and will
Remember two poinsettias, still in bloom.

It's wholly pleasant for us hoi polloi.
I got us in, with a series of shoves
Up the beige ramp. Inside, she stuffed her gloves
In pockets, and our hostess wasn't coy
About breastfeeding and her little boy,
As we three talked about our lives and loves.