The rain slips me away
Into another day.
Another day waiting,
Another day pining.
Not for a man,
But that my skills
May be in demand.
Not for a man,
But that the government
May give me a hand.
Not for a man,
But that my university
May decide that I live in their land.
Another day waiting.
Another day playing.
Giving my child the endless summer
She never had.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A wonderful poem shared by a talented writer.
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Thank you, Dear John 🙂
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I agree dear Brigid. I try to give my grandchildren endless Summers. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my friend.
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Thank you for sharing as well 🙂
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I’m sure the grandbabies love and will cherish their memories of summer with you.
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