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[title] => Waiting
[time] => 2004-03-25 07:30:11
[hometext] => One Day
[bodytext] => The old lady looked to and fro for just maybe a sight that maybe could carry her to the grave with at least something she could say was true and dear to her. All of her life she has waited for him to return. Years ago he left with the call of the war. She never heard a whisper about his despair. She waited at the table where he promised her that one day she shall see him running down to fetch her and to bring her from her old house into a new life of heavenly delight. Every afternoon she would do the chores around the house and go to town get everything done so that she could go to sleep and dream of his presence within her soul. The next morning she would rush down stairs and sat at the table looking trough the window across the field hoping and praying to see him running for her, ready to take her off to her new life. One day , after many days of not seeing him and waiting until the strike of noon to give up and go about her chores , she lost her patience and ran outside and screamed "Your never going to come, I waited sixty years and not even seen a hint or a word from you!". The old lady full on the ground and felt her days going away. She felt her life passing in front of her eyes, it was all of him and the years she was waiting for him. Then she died. She stood up in the path looking over the field and she saw someone running as fast as he could towards her. It was him, at last he had come to take her away to her new life of heavenly delight. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 32 [informant] => geoffreyalanbest [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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