Agnes P. Ryles Baker 

Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA 

 
 
 

My mother came from Boston, Mass. Her family came from Nova Scotia, I don't know anymore of their history. There they had something to do with a church in Boston. Both are buried there in the cemetery. His  business was working for a paper.

 

Waiting

These poor people in wheelchairs 
Just sitting waiting, 
For part of their family 
to come see them, 
Then they are so happy 
But they come at lunchtime, - 
Now what does one say, 
To a loved one, 
Thats been sitting waiting 
For days just sitting waiting, 
For days on end... waiting, 
Just waiting waiting, 
Now what does one say? 
To a loved one just minutes  
Before they leave for lunch? 
We often wondered? 
Glad I'm not one 
Say Hello Goodbye I'll see you, 
Just waiting waiting 
Day after Day
All poems Copyright © 1997 Agnes P. Ryles Baker. All rights reserved.