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She heard the plaintive call of the train about
a mile away,
It goes past about the same time nearly
every day,
The station was just a short distance, a little
farther along,
She put the kettle on and listened in hope
to it’s boiling song,
She set the table put some food on her
very best plates,
Then put on her new dress, and by the
fire she waits.
They promised to come but as yet no one
has been near,
One day they would come of that she had
no fear,
They talk on the phone and send the odd
letter or two,
They promised that by Christmas they’d paint
the house through.
One day the home would be full all the family
come to stay,
That is why she waits patiently at the end of
every lonely day.
The phone rang, yes, most of the family were
coming for sure,
She would be ready with the porch light on
over the front door.
Next day she was up early she cleaned the whole
house through,
She did not feel well, the day went very slowly
this she knew,
She heard the plaintive call, she knew they were
not far away,
She put the kettle on and set the table, in pain
set to wait,
But when they came to the door they had come
a little too late.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson