My Turn
"Your time will come."
Words which come to comfort me
As tears flow freely in streams.
I know.
I know.
But it seems so far away.
So close, yet so far away.
When will it be my turn?
When will I get the chance
To say, "I do."
And then, "It's a boy!"
And after that hear the words
"Don't talk to your mother like that."
When is it my turn to love?
(October 7, 1998)
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