There’s a little girl who waits and waits
Her friend borrowed her skates and not back for ages
Mummy will be worried sick
If she’s not back in a tick
Friend hasn’t come back yet, they’re no longer playmates
They’re playing hide and seek and she’s the “it”
She can’t find them, they hide well, she has to admit
It’s getting rather late
She’s got to be home by eight
She gave up looking and shouted she has to quit
She can’t sleep, something’s bothering her
She kept on tossing and turning and then she stir
Husband’s fast asleep
She can hear the sheep
And the cat came to the room gently and purr
For: Waiting
Other “waiting” posts:
https://momasteblog.wordpress.com/2016/10/17/walking-and-waiting-for-the-answers-to-grief/
Waiting on My Future
https://awordseeker.wordpress.com/2016/10/18/what-i-waited-for/
https://thegratefuldeadblog.wordpress.com/2016/10/18/waiting/
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