Shall I Wait? - Poem by Tess Rockenstire
Spring have come in my backyard.
I don’t hear chirping birds,
My mood is dusty like an old rug.
Like a helpless animal beaten down in the wild.
Searching for soul food and stamina.
It comes to this neighborhood,
No life, trees remain grey and dead of long winter.
Sunset perched in the west, another day is gone.
The familiar face I caress in my dreams -
Is tacked away in my pillow.
Holding him in my fantasy.
I will keep on dreaming
Until I will hold you close to me.
I will wait for your in winter even when snow is harsh.
I will wait for you in spring, though rain is hard.
I will wait for you in summer,
Like a fisherman’s wife, waiting for her beloved from sea.
I will wait for you even when the leaves are falling.
Shall I wait after all this years?
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