The Anxious Wait Poem by PAUL COLVIN

She’s holding court just like a queen, her subjects gathered ‘round
Deep in thought, she thinks aloud and no-one makes a sound
They stare like eager statues, anticipating news
But quiet as a mouse in church, they’re perched upon their pews
Hanging on with baited breath, immersed in concentration
In an atmosphere so thick and tense with steel determination
She pauses: she lifts her head, her words allay all fears
And every subject’s heart sings out with joyful happy tears.