Worry Poem by Robert Melliard

I'm seriously worried now.

My daughter's having a baby
but I'm far from the hospital
and the hours are dragging by
and there's no news.

What if she has died,
but no one wants to tell me
in case I go overboard?
What if the baby has died?
What if the baby has a serious problem,
mental or physical,
meaning a life of care and worry for my daughter?
Why doesn't someone keep me informed?

I'm going to phone my wife.

I've called her.

She says everything's O.K,
just taking its time.
This is my daughter's first baby,
and apparently she's in no rush
to enter our world.
Who can blame her?

Meanwhile, I smoke and drink coke,
and sleep very little
and my wife tries to rest
in the probably not-very-comfy waiting room,
and the battery's running out on her cell-phone,
so she may not be able to contact me later
if something happens.

Great.

I'll keep you all informed
(all five of you) .