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The Wait, The Impatience, The Excuse


Jessica Sayer

I wait so long to hear my phone ring
To hear that she is on her way
To hear she'll be here to once again sing
But she is late and may not be O-kay

She worries me as I wait
So impatient looking out the window
Hoping she did not faint
Watching the clock tick away slowly, so

Oh where is she
She is never late
I have her cookies and tea
Out already to be ate

I hate the wait
I want it to stop
Then I see a saint
It was not a cop

She finally was here
I'd like to hear her excuse
Something about being somewhere
I didn't care, she had a phone she could have used

Oh look what my mother has done to me
She has gotten me all upset
I bet you were thinking, to see
A child, but let's not fret

About the little things!

This is for mother, who put me through what I put her

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