Waiting

Sitting in the old well house

it waited and waited

for years and years had went by

the back side was lower on one side

and some parts were missing

yet it waited and waited

there were signs of rust

and some paint was needed

for years and years had come and gone

it was in the back hidden

it waited and waited

finally the day had come

new tires made it level again

fresh new paint made it shine

all the missing pieces made it whole

it waited and waited

once it was loved by a little girl

all those years ago

but still it waited and waited

the little girl was all grown now

to big to ride

but still it waited and waited

for the little one to arrive

a few years would have to past by

but it would wait and wait

for the little one

whose mom it once belonged

to be born in April

and to wait and grow

and grow

The Little Red Tricycle