Poetry Monday it is. It is rhyming time. I love to rhyme and make poetry, only today I spent most of the day waiting in a hospital. Not for my self, for a relative. Nothing serious - or at least nothing a stay at a hospital can cure. I foresee more such episodes, Even this can be made into verse ... Sorry for rambling.
Fidgety is how I feel,
Waiting and waiting some more.
I hear the sounds of the wheels
Oh, will they stop at my door?
Fidgety I am still now
After the waiting is done
I think that maybe - somehow
again I'll be waiting alone.
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Up and coming:
February 17: Fidgety (today)
February 24: Fluffy
March 3: Station
March 10: Ghost
March
17: Steam
March
24: Orange
March
31: Turn
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You did well with making poems from that word. If I know I will have waiting time anywhere I take a good book to read or my kindle, the time passes faster and I don't get fidgety.
SvarSletA good book is good, knitting even batter, as I can talk and knit at the same time.
SletIt is hard to wait in a hospital, everything seems to take so long there. I hope the relative gets better, although it sounds like you foresee it not happening any time soon.
SvarSletThank you, and no I do indeed not foresee any improvement.
SletThis sounds so familiar from every time I was in the hospital with either of my parents. Hospital waits are almost always so drawn out and tiring. Sending support and encouragement, Charlotte, for whenever it is needed.
SvarSletExacly! I will need your support and encouragement in the days ahead.
Slet