Wednesday, August 20, 2008


I found this poem online the other day and thought it was so perfect. I wish I could take credit for - my only contribution is sharing it.
I stepped into her room today
Knowing she’s not there
This waiting for referral
Is more than one can bear

But taking in the moment
I sit down on the floor
And dream of her here with me
When waiting is no more.

A little giggle fills the air
As I rub her feet
I place my hand upon her heart
To feel its every beat.

A song is sung so very soft
Her eyes begin to close
She’s meeting me in dream land
A place where love still grows.

My vision now is very blurred
The tears stream down my cheeks
I’ve dreamed of her quite often
Throughout these past few weeks.

Suddenly a sound is heard
The phone rings in the hall
Waking up I quickly pray
Please let it be “The Call”.
By Tom Fisher


supermommy said...

Did you write this? If you did you are very talented! I love this poem!


Karen said...

Great poem! It really captures the sweet pain of the wait for "the call"...

The Mannings said...

wow - you gave me goose bumps and a slight tear to the eye. Did you write it?

The Warren Family said...

I really enjoyed that poem!

Shannon and Dan said...

Wow! That is a great poem. Thanks for sharing.