She lays waiting

She lays waiting in a room, her body betraying

She won’t stand for the thought of people praying

The guidance to stay, to rest in another place

Does nothing to instill any dignity or grace

And logic and practicality were not a reason

For any flower to shine outside its season

It just did and we let it without approval

Only the coldest winter might herald its removal.

She lays waiting and now the winter is near

At any moment, outside the window it might be here.

All the things broken have yet to be fixed,

No care has gone into the recipe mixed.

She will be gone from us when she is gone

She lays waiting and her waiting goes on.

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