She Waits
The wind wisps through the sheer lace drapery
masking the entrance of the arched window
ruffling the flowing locks of her hazel hair
poised she peers out from her red Kantha accent chair
watching the children playing hop-scotch
out on the old cobblestone drive
reminding her of days gone by
simpler times of beauty and innocence
she smells the sweet fragrance
of the brickellbush growing down below
remembering her times by the sea
and that fresh morning breeze
she puts on her dark cherry lip gloss
tasting what seems like Gram's homemade pie
bringing her back to the time she brought you home
sharing that first long tongue kiss
she hears the baby robin calling to her mom
telling her to hurry up with dinner
bringing back memories of how you used to wait
and kept waiting for each and every date
she can feel her heart beating
her pulse racing, her hands sweating
as she waits, she waits for you to come
to come and hold her heart
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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