She is sitting, slumped with fatigue. <br />The candles in the window burned low. <br />The lights on, lighting your path – <br />But where are you? <br /> <br />She has waited hours, stretched to eons, <br />Waiting for your step upon the porch. <br />She will not sleep or eat until you come. <br />So where are you? <br /> <br />Her eyes are heavy with the endless waiting. <br />But she replaces burnt out candles faithfully, <br />Hoping to greet you with the warmth of Home. <br />And where are you? <br /> <br />Don’t leave her waiting any longer, <br />Her heart weak with beating nervously. <br />Come home to the warm and burning candles. <br />Where are you?<br /><br />Sophia White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-candles/
