We all wait for something every day. Whether it’s the coffee brewing or standing in line at the grocery store. It’s a way of life, and to me, it is not a big deal, but many can’t abide waiting.
I have plenty of patience and never more so than when I was pregnant. The wait of nine months was an incredible journey of learning! Each trimester having its own special identity and feeling. Then at the end is priceless and precious gift!
Lady in Waiting
For the birth of her baby
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to DVerse Poets Haibun Monday – Waiting – Hosted by Imelda