Waiting

Waiting

by the door to my mothers room

Waiting

for the roses to bud and bloom

Waiting

by the steps outside the church

Waiting

for the workmen to chop down the birch

Waiting

by the grave for my father to arrive

Waiting

for the brambles to live and thrive

Waiting

by what used to be my home

Waiting

for the life I will lead alone

I wait.

The End

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