Waiting

Waiting 

by Robert Neest

A tall and wooden window’s open wide 

And lets the early summer sunshine slip 

Inside the dimly lit and narrow room 

And draw few feeble shadows on the walls. 

Beside the window stands a girl and looks 

Towards a very distant place, away 

From where she stays with shoulders brought in front 

While arms are tightly held around her waist. 

She wears a lively coloured graceful dress 

With stylish shoes that are her favourite pair 

And light shines on her nicely done hair 

To make her look so beautiful and young. 

With trembling hands she reads again the message, 

As she has done since she received the news, 

When several tears are falling from her eyes 

And then are slowly rolling down her face.