The Waiting
In my home
I had room for
mother.
Told her, come, stay,
but she said, wait, I’d
when time comes,
let me
finish work
on hand.
Time for her
never came,
she went beyond time
to her new home, I now
wait
to go, live with her.
September 25, 2019
Syllable count : Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Yalto Poems Only
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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