Her eyes wandered lonely and void,
The skin was wrought and dry.
She spoke less and looked beyond,
Before her heart leapt at the smallest sound.
I watched her from afar.
I knew her wait,
As she kept staring at the gate.
The last bus that passed had got no news.
Your son is on his way, I wanted to say,
But I kept mum – what if he chose to delay?
Moments turn into hours, hours into days
This wait is one that’s not be swayed.
Your mom just sang your vow.