Bang, bang, bang,
It was the Doctor
His knock ominously pounding our silence
We jumped, collective surprise
He was early, he was never early.
We looked, who’s getting it?
Nervous hesitation
The doctor had a habit of coming with bad news.
First mum, then dad, now Sarah.
We dreaded his arrival, his demeanour.
He lived his life delivering up bad news.
Sarah looked at us, her head swathed in mum’s old scarf
Nodded to Johnno to get the door.
We all took a deep breath.
Sarah sighed, expectant,
Already depressed what was more disappointment,
We were resigned, weeks they’d said earlier,
If we were lucky,
Gloom had already settled over the house
How could more bad news make it any worse?
The door opened, muted greetings,
A kerfuffle, scurry of feet,
Doctor, beaming like some circus clown
Holding aloft a file announced,
I read the wrong file, she’s all right.
This actually happened to me, though in the reverse. My Specialist reading test results thought he’s cured me only to discover he was reading someone else’s file. We did laugh about it.
Written for: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/05/poetry-prompt-5-the-last-line-changes-everything/
Morpethroad 
Nice twist at the end, Michael. I hope your own problem is not too serious.
Hello Gabriella, lovely to hear from you, no its nothing a new body couldn’t fix.
Good twist – I prefer your imagined twist to your real one 😦
Ha, thank you, glad you enjoyed it, good prompt Pooky.
Ah that is nice and put a smile on my face PLUS relieved you didn’t leave in complete suspense this time:)
Oh come on you’ve been left in suspenders before.
haha…not often. It is so odd seeing so many poems on autumn and winter arriving….it brings me closer to my friends in Australia.
Trust me the last few days have reminded us as well, been a bit chilly.
It was chilly all weekend with rain…too bad for our annual national walk at 48 deg F.
Have to agree with the above, the poem’s twist is far better than what you experienced… *hugs* But I do like the piece! Well done!
Thanks CC, hugs back at cha.
Sigh of relief all round I’d say. Glad it all worked out in the end my friend. 🙂
Thanks Jenny, all is good.
Oh goodness. I guess it’s not so bad when you think that something’s wrong when all is well. But – oh boy – if it’s the other way around.
I would still hang on to the hope of a miracle though. 😉
Miracles do happen RoSy I wake up each day that’s one for me.
Oh my – how could I not see that? Thanks for the smack upside the head. Yes – that miracle happens to us each day that we wake up. 😉
Well it does at my house RoSy. You have a good evening.
Happy (every) Day to you! 🙂