THE WAITING CHILD



'Bondage'  by  Trish

Tick, tick, tick. The tick whispers inside of me. Whispers endless time into my body
Curls itself around my heart and sleeps.
Then wakes and waits for me to notice.
But I'm not interested in time.

Light tells me the night is almost over.
The tick, tick, snatches the silence to itself,
Hits hard against the shafts of morning.
Far away, a bird sings its golden song, and I wait.
I am always here, I wish I could remember why?

I must stay here, until they return.

It's what I was told to do. 'Just sit there and don't move!'

When they return, we'll have good times together,
In friendly streets, and lane ways, in sun and sand.
Together, on grassy, hillsides, we'll play and play.

We'll cross rocky streams, of running water.
Step from stone to stone, and I won't be alone.

'Turning To Gold'  by  Trish


It seems, I can't help, but wonder, who it is I wait for?
Is it a friend? a sister? a brother? Or? maybe my mother?
I just sit here, and I dare not move, and I try hard not to wonder,
Who it is I wait for. Because I fear, I fear, they will never,
come back for me, and I will be left alone here forever.

Tushie












Below, is a picture, of a hard working-hugging-loving-chubby muvu!

Tushie





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'A Kind Mother'  by  Trish