Waiting Then, Waiting Now

 

  

I believe this year has shown everyone that waiting is part of life: we were not paying attention to how much waiting we were experiencing.

Just today, I remembered the poem I wrote about waiting, waiting each day for something, many things.  When I wrote the poem, it was the year after my husband Charles passed.  I found myself still waiting for him to call, walk through the door, or mow the lawn.

I looked at my waiting this morning and discovered that my life isn't different from 8 years ago.  I am still waiting only for other things!  Now, I am waiting for groceries to be delivered. My son comes home from work.  I am waiting for my other son's dog to do her business because she is visiting.  And, I am waiting for Friday so I can see Corbin (instead of seeing him daily.

As my good friend, Jan, always says, "Everything has changed, and yet everything is the same."

  

Waiting

My life is on hold, and every day is pending,

I’m waiting for someone to call or

I am waiting for the mailman (woman) to deliver.

I’m waiting for my grandson to arrive

Or I’m waiting for him at school.

I’m waiting for the dog to

Finish her business.

I’m waiting for my check to be deposited.

I’m waiting for my granddaughter to come for lunch.

I’m waiting for the door to open,

And hear my husband’s voice again.

I’m waiting, I’m holding,

Then I know I’m alone.