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Waiting by the window
Many a long lonely hour,
Her breathing rather shallow
Her muscles had no power.
Her sister said she was coming,
She said she would be there,
She sat by the window waiting
For an answer to her prayer.
Not many came to visit,
A friend or two maybe,
All she did was wait and sit
For her long gone family.
Was that her Sally coming,
Looking like she used to do?
Long hair behind her flowing,
The blackest hair she ever knew.
Bill was also there, right behind
Waving his hand as he ran,
His brown eyes, always so kind,
And there was sweet young Fran.
All her brothers and sisters together,
There was sweet joy in her heart,
She felt just as light as a feather,
For no one did ever again depart.
They took her with them that day,
Lonely no longer she would be,
No more pain would come her way,
Now of all hurt she was quite free.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 17, 2003