A Watched Pot Never Boils

Time will tic eternally slow

When you expect someone to visit

The wait for dinner can be forever

When you haven’t eaten all day

In school the last class of the day

Is always longer than the rest

We struggle to stay calm

When we wait to surprise someone

And that last day before vacation

Never seems to end

We must learn patience

But only time will tell

Because a watched pot never boils

 

Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #8

Waiting

He will be recognized

As the one to be my partner

He will light up my life

With a passion and peacefulness

He is out there

Waiting

Waiting to find me

We will be unbreakable

Joined as one

We will grow old together

Knowing we are meant to be

We will be happy

Longing

Longing for each other

I dream of him

The one who will win my heart

I know it will happen

When I least expect it

I sit here

Waiting

Waiting to be found

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – partner

Waiting Impatiently

He was doing it again and it drove her crazy.  Anytime he grew impatient he would bounce his leg.  As they sat in the waiting room to see her doctor his idiosyncrasy was showing.  “Would you please stop that,” she asked him.

“Stop what,” he replied.

She shook her head and said, “You were bouncing again.  You always do this when we are here.  It is embarrassing.”

“What if this was a medical condition I had?”

“Then I would say you need help.”

“That sounds like you, always running to the doctor.”

She sighed and went back to her magazine.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – idiosyncrasy

Yearly Mammo

(Just waiting for my check up and trying not to worry so I thought I would write out some of my frustrations and worry.)

 

An hour to go until I am

Smushed smashed and squished

The pain doesn’t bother me

It has become routine

It’s the waiting

And not knowing

That give me the grey hairs

But at least I have hair

It left for awhile

Fourteen years ago now

So this should be no problem

The worry should be past

But there is always a chance

And for that I always worry…

It Sleeps…

It lies beneath the surface.

It is quiet and in the shadows

Like a dormant volcano

Just waiting to erupt.

The proper term is remission

And I fear it’s end.

Testing comes yearly

But fears are there daily;

Not strong like they used to be,

But still ever present.

Maybe someday it will return

And I’ll be ready for the fight;

I’ve already been there and done that.

Until that day I just wait,

For now the volcano is asleep,

Who knows when or if it will awaken.

Back At The Crossroads

This is familiar territory

I have been here before

That doesn’t make it any easier

It doesn’t quell my fears

It just means I know what to expect

When you stay down the wrong path

There is no way to guide you back

You have to find your way on your own

While I sit and wait here once again

For something to happen…