haiku, poetry, poetry today, short poetryThe Waiting Room An old woman spoke Her voice and her deep green eyes Broke through from a hump Share this:ShareClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Standard