She Sits she Waits.
By whitedove55
Alone she sits As so Many times before Waiting always waiting For his knock at the door. Her face creased with age Eyes still shine bright Hair once Ebony Now silver white. The portrait she clutches Faded over so many years From her loving caresses Marked, from her silent tears. She remembers the moment As if just yesterday When her proud young soldier For his country sailed away. One last kiss as he left A promise he vowed To come back to her heart If the Lord would allow. In her heart she knows He will never return Still she sits and she waits Always for her lost love she yearns. Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 07:34 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Alone she sits..."