Waiting For a Prayer Pt 1
The wound saddened her and the scab would not dry.
She is frayed but with dignity sews and patches herself.
Time ticks as she waits patient, alert for the door closing.
And she waits.
Her clothes are torn from too many washings.
Too many stains.They should be thrown away.
But with tenderness she tries to make it work,once more.
And she waits
If you can hear me . Now is the time for help.
Sewing her dreams one by one helps and the waiting.
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2011
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