Waiting Comments

I like your poem all the way down to the last line.Gees I can'nt belive the telemarketers don't call, I dont even know why I have a message machine thanks Cliff

So much longing and the constant repetition of waiting, waiting, waiting a perpetual reminder of it...

Cheer up Sandra and give me your phone number... H

Silence can be so deafing...and we always long for that call, that one call, from a friend, from long ago, to reasure us, that we are still loved.. Great Poem, Sandra Warm regards, Theodora Onken

The golden silence is broken by a ring, ring, ding a ling, silence is golden With a warmth allan