this is a poem a may lid'er wrote at the beginning of the wait. little did she/we know that it would take 4 years for her to get "the call".
Day Dreaming
i stepped into her room today
knowing she's not there
this waiting for referral
is more that one can bear
but taking in the moment
i sit down on the floor
and dream of her here with me
when waiting is no more.
a little giggle fills the air
as i rub her feet
i place my hand upon her heart
to feel its every beat.
a song is sung so very soft
her eyes begin to close
she's meeting me in dream land
a place where love still grows.
my vision now is very blurred
the tears stream down my cheeks
i've dreamed of her quite often
through these pas few weeks.
suddenly a sound is heard
the phone rings in the hall
waking up i quickly pray
please let it be "the call".
