Waiting Poem by Miriana Serle

The ticking of the clock,
That sits quite steady on the wall.
The crackling noise of burning wood,
The pot of water on our cottage stove.
That annoying noise!
Coming from our refrigerator.
Fire burning rapidly now,
The way it throws out warmth.
The good hearing of a dog,
Now I hear him bark.
I finally am alone right now,
But the headache they did cause.
Waiting, I'm just waiting,
I wish that joke were true.
I wish that if I did throw the clock,
I could watch time pass me by.