Here I Sit

This is from a while back, waiting our the wife's labor at the hospital. My poor attempt at poetry :/

Here I sit.
At a table in the cafeteria.
A mix of scrubs and street cloths.
Stories of worry and excitement.
Reminds me of old airport terminals.
A place that combines sad with the anxious.
Here I sit.
This is why I am here.
A long time before my wife will bear.
A life so precious and without a care.
This will be the father she meets.