Waiting for a father, while he built a school, to become a Dad
Waiting for the girl I never had
Waiting for aged police to catch the kidnapper of the violent crime
Waiting for a position that would leave more than a job’s dime
Waiting while wondering during war
About the death that never came
Waiting to see the wonder of Jesus
Coming on the clouds
A life of relatively little sorrow
With most things that are ordinary
Come tomorrow.
Bill Grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-a-poem-for-helen/
