Appointment with Death

She had an appointment with death,
At three o'clock the nurse scheduled in the time
I saw in her face the fear unsheathed
And she walked towards me with tears in her eyes
I sat on the plastic chairs
In the disinfectant white rooms
My veins pumping despair
And her footsteps proclaimed doom.
I called out but no words came through
She walked with her head drawn down
Stood in front of me and said
Let's get the hell out of town
Dr death can sit patiently and wait
Cause I'm not going down without a fight
Now let's leave and we'll soon fix me up
I promise you everything will be alright
With a skip in my step and hope in my heart
I walked blindly along the path of fate
She had an appointment with death
But she was going to attend it damn late.

The beggining of my poetry for grandma. Miss you Baba. Miss your rare smiles and your fresh smell in the mornings when I used to bath you. Alfatiha. Love you always.