Waiting
Waiting
She sits before her mirror and slowly combs her hair.
Her lipstick carefully applied, soft rouge touched here and there.
She thinks she hears his footstep; heart quickening with joy.
At last he’s coming home to her, her darling soldier boy.
She knows he’ll keep his promise; he said “sweetheart wait for me”
Again she looks towards the door, she’s sure she hears his key.
A voice says “time for supper”. Hands smooth her silver hair.
She says “I hear him coming” as they help her to her chair.
It’s been so very long ago she’s forgotten all the pain.
In her heart she’ll go on waiting. She knows they’ll meet again.
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