Lady Waiting 

The lady sits upon a fancy quilt
each stitch of gold produced by her own hand,
which, laid out in the finest boat e’re built
gives comfort while she waits, still moored to land. 

The lady waits alone for her true love,
her eyes are ever watchful from the shore
for long ago, the promise he spoke of
professed his love would last forever more.

And now she waits, expecting his return
so they may glide together on this stream,
produced by tears of many lovers spurned
for whom a promise was not what it seemed 

But still within her heart she carries hope 
that one day he’ll come back and they’ll elope. 

			
                        feb 2004
                                      ©Janet Reid  	





Awarded by Flowing Quills~week of Feb 13-19, 2004






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