By: David O’Keefe

The hospital room wasn’t cold,

But it wasn’t especially warm either,

Everyone was there but I wasn’t really told

Where to go, so I just stood by the heater

And waited for something to happen.

Eventually, someone came up to me

And asked if I wanted to talk to her, so then

We went to the other side of the curtain to see.

I thought she looked happy, but everyone

Was quiet and I felt a little nervous; I asked

Her if she thought the room was cold or not, I for one

Was perfectly fine with the heat, so everyone’s black

Jackets seemed unnecessary, she laughed and said

The temperature didn’t bother her in the bed.


A version of this originally appeared in “Comfort” The Teller November 2019 Issue #8

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