<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waiting's Worse.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waiting's worse. She knows it. <br>That old feeling known since <br>childhood. Then it was the parent, <br>the heavy hand, the punishment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is like it, but not like it. She <br>waits for him to come home. His <br>footfalls in the hall, his voice along <br>the passage. To gauge the tone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the loud or softness. She sits, waits. <br>Be prepared, the mother said, <br>years back. The clock in the hall <br>sounds loud with its tick tock. Puts </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hands between the thighs, anxiety <br>bites. For better for worse, the <br>vows said. Bruises like medals, <br>black eyes as reminders, a colour </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ranging from black and blue to green <br>to brown or whatever it is. She cocks <br>an ear. Him? Maybe. The last time <br>it was she'd been seen with some </div><div style="margin:10px 0">feller. She'd not of course. But it suited <br>as an excuse. She'd lost the baby by <br>the fall down stairs. What was that <br>all about? Was that the time she had </div><div style="margin:10px 0">been late with his dinner? Or was that <br>some other? Baby'd be walking now. <br>Missed the first steps, the first word, <br>the live birth. Is that him? She bites a </div><div style="margin:10px 0">finger nail. Feelings seem to run along <br>the nerves. What to say? What words? <br>The door opens along the hall, his voice <br>echoes mildly, we shall wait, we shall see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528074" data-title="Waiting's Worse. de Terry Collett" data-description="Waiting's worse. She knows it. That old feeling known since childhood. Then it was the parent, the heavy hand, the punishment. This is like it, but not like it. She waits for him to come home. His footfalls in the hall, his voice along the..."></div> </div> </div>

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