WAITING
By
Vibeke Lindhardt
I was 23 when I walked
down the road
With a child in my hand
With a heart that was
cold.
He was not my man
I had made a mistake
But the child I loved
and could not forsake.
Many years went by
Twenty-eight all in all
Just on Mother’s Day
I still can recall
When he said to me
There is someone else.
I want to be free.
I was torn inside
I knew it was true.
He was not my man
That I could not hide.
She loved him now
Just the way I should.
But could not endow.
My hair turned grey
But my heart still warm
And there he was.
Without forewarn.
The love of my life
Though most years were
gone.
I became his wife.
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