Here’s a little poem I wrote for my
memoir I’m working on…
Waiting, waiting, waiting
I’ve been sitting here so long.
Mama says she’s coming
But the day is nearly gone!
Tired, tired, tired
Of staring at the door.
I’m sure it’s been forever
I’ve been sitting on the floor.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Mimi’s here at last!
“Are you all set to go?”
Does she even have to ask?
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