Time right on track

I waited for the midnight train
on the platform in the rain.
It was windy, it was bitter cold
and i was feeling bit frail and old.

Patiently i awaited the arrival of my niece
who was coming home from Greece.

I had time to wander down memory lane
where images flashed wearily in my brain:
she was days old when I held her in my arms
she's become a young lady with uncanny charms


AP: 3rd place 2025

growing upniecerainrememberrhyme

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