I sit at the window
Watching the street
You’ll be here
Any minute now.
My heart rate builds
My smile broadens
The buses on time.
Thank goodness.
I see you
In your grey suit
A little dishevelled now
Striding purposefully
Up our path
Door opens,
You call
I turn
You’re back.
We sit,
We chat
Our time, our time begins.
Morpethroad 
Very cool!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen
and in the silence of moments voices of each other are heard…
Thank you Jenny, that’s a lovely line. And they are too. How good would that be?
🙂 ….very my dear friend and thank you x
You are welcome.
This reminds me of when I used to wait for hubby to come home from work after our first child was born. The baby was colicky & cried all the time. I felt bad for him – so I carried him all day. Having someone else home with me was a relief. A little break on my arms from holding the baby all day. Good thing he was a light-weight.
Thanks RoSy, I can understand that time alright, I think every first time mother would react the same way.