Waiting

A poem for Taco Tuesday

Yesterday she was waiting.

Her pencil on the paper scraping

Then her gaze faltered, hesitating,

The scribbles slowed to a stop.

Yesterday her face was pale

Drawn towards inwards doubts

Time had no sense of scale

Forever stretched out in front.

Today, ah today! She is safe

In his arms her cheeks rosy

From the welcome beard chafe.

Life is well and death’s drawn away.