Waiting Poem by Melissa Fleming
Waiting
As she sits waiting,
waiting for something
or someone.
Time is flying bye like
cars on a highway.
She sits and listens,
listens to people talk
to her and about her.
As she sits and looks
out the window and as
the fog lifts away, she
thinks of how big this world
is and how she wants to
explore it.
She is in a good mood today,
looking optimistic for her
future.
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5/6/2024 10:08:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love the last lines Melissa. Great work