Watching and Waiting
Waiting, waiting, for the sun to arise,
so i can see your beautiful face,
and gaze into your loving eyes.
Waiting, waiting, for our love to grow,
holding you close, kissing, cuddleing,
making love, ever so slow.
Waiting, waiting, to concieve our child,
will it be a boy or a girl,
bold, or meek, and mild.
Waiting, waiting, for our baby to arrive,
feelng your swelling belly, as it kicks,
showing us that it's alive.
Waiting, waiting, for the birth,
if it's a girl, it's Louise,
or a boy it's Kirk.
Watching, watching, our child grow,
a baby, a toddler, a teen,
an adult, thats how it goes.
waiting, and watching, in our twilight years,
remembering the joy,
and also, all of the tears.
Waiting, and watching,
for the grim reaper, to appear,
and strike me down with his deadly scythe.
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