The Egyptian Madonna
She sits, patiently,
And waits
Alone.
It seems so long
Since she held him close,
And now, he is so far away.
The telephone rings.
She jumps up.
Her heart begins to thump.
News of him? Yes.
Yet another delay.
But he will be back
One day soon.
Until then,
She must lie awake, alone
With memories of happy days gone by;
Dreams of those yet to come.
Yes. Someday soon
He will come back.
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