poem: "EXPECTATIONS"
MRS.ATTNEY SITS A-ROCKING WAITING FOR THE POSTMAN'S KNOCKING UNSEEING EYES ARE FILLED WITH TEARS AS MEMORY TURNS BACK THE YEARS COULD THAT BE SHE WITH SOFT BROWN HAIR TUGGING JIMMY UP THE STAIRS AND LAUGHING AT HIS HEART-FELT PROTEST THAT A MAN OF NINE DON'T NEED NO REST QUIETLY SHE SITS WAITING BY... Sign in to see full entry.