I was pacing up and down,
In the corridor alone,
Waiting for my peace of mind,
Thinking of the day i'd had.
What a selfish man i'd been,
Gallavanting to and fro,
Had i been support enough?
A bead of sweat fell to my shoes.
When i sat and took it in,
I realised my destiny,
I stood and stepped inside the room,
And held my baby's mother's hand.
A contest entry
- Cadence by JM Kenyon.
525 points, ended December 24, 2007, 4 entries
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Comments
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A very smooth, rhythmical read and the sweet sentiments of this write.
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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