Waiting

Waiting has been the province of women since time began.   We wait for soldiers to return, for children to go to sleep, to wake up, to come home.  We wait to see if loved ones get the jobs they want, pass the exams they take and the list goes on.  Of course men do these things too, but I know a woman's perspective better.

I can lose myself in work.  Doing a job, especially one I am good at, takes up most of my concentration.  Still, there are things so important that they always hover nearby, like shadows of feelings that sift down upon me changing the color of everything else.

Then the waiting feels interminable.