Waiting

• Sally Waterhouse, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

There you are just like every other morning
Sitting, waiting, but she does not come
Where has she gone you wonder?
For you do not know of death
Hungrily waiting, nothing coming, nothing going,
But you are there
Waiting for her
But you now know that she would not come
So you flew to the sky a beautiful rosella,
Still waiting for her spirit to join you.