I’m hoping and waiting.
My poem, ‘When there’s nothing you can do, you wait,’ is published by the Rebelle Society.
This poem is for all those who have waited at some point in life. You know what you went through as you waited for the minutes and hours to pass. And though you told yourself that you had no control over what would happen and that fretting was a waste, you couldn’t help but fret. The current times have tested our ability to wait, adults and children alike.
We wait for the world to go back to normal, to be able to meet and greet each other like old times, for schools to start, to be able to breathe freely, to travel to family without the fear of spreading the virus, to live again.As Charles Stanley said,“Our willingness to wait reveals the value we place on what we’re waiting for.”And when we…
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