Waiting

Waiting

We are all expectant!

Waiting for news of the latest Royal birth. Kate Middleton – the Duchess of Cambridge – went into labour today!

Here’s a  poem I have posted before. I wrote it in 2011 when our daughter was in labour and we were expecting our first grandchild.

Maybe this is how Kate Middleton’s mother is feeling right now …

Waiting

I have never waited like this before

Not for me

Pacing the floor

Instead I find small things to do

Mindless silly things

Anything to keep me from thinking

I walk round and round the garden

Round and round the house

The hours stretch out interminably

I wish I could somehow

Move things along

My thoughts say hurry hurry

I go to the florist

And buy a bouquet

The biggest, bluest, most beautiful bouquet

Now it will happen I think

Now I will get the call

The phone rings

It is my husband

He is also waiting

But while he waits

He has meetings, lunches

discussions, phone calls

He is not waiting

Like I am waiting

He is not thinking

as I am thinking

I am remembering

My first time

How time was telescoped

And what – for those waiting

Was so many hours

For me sped past so swiftly

So amazingly fast

I was surprised when

they said how long it had been

how long long long

I long to get that call

I long to know that all is well

And that my girl has had her boy

8 September 2011

worth waiting for

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems

Waiting for a Royal birth

We are all expectant!

Waiting for news of the royal birth.

Here’s a  poem I wrote nearly two years ago when our daughter was in labour.

I wonder if this is how Kate Middleton’s mother might be feeling right now …

Waiting

I have never waited like this before

Not for me

Pacing the floor

Instead I find small things to do

Mindless silly things

Anything to keep me from thinking

I walk round and round the garden

Round and round the house

The hours stretch out interminably

I wish I could somehow

Move things along

My thoughts say hurry hurry

I go to the florist

And buy a bouquet

The biggest, bluest, most beautiful bouquet

Now it will happen I think

Now I will get the call

The phone rings

It is my husband

He is also waiting

But while he waits

He has meetings, lunches

discussions, phone calls

He is not waiting

Like I am waiting

He is not thinking

as I am thinking

I am remembering

My first time

How time was telescoped

And what – for those waiting

Was so many hours

For me sped past so swiftly

So amazingly fast

I was surprised when

they said how long it had been

how long long long

I long to get that call

I long to know that all is well

And that my girl has had her boy

8 September 2011

worth waiting for

Maybe – by the time you read this – we shall all know a little bit more about the Royal birth!

PS  Just heard it was a boy! 8lb 6oz!

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems

Poems for my children

Once you have children, you tend to spend a lot of time reading aloud to them.
As a child I had enjoyed the poems of Robert Louis Stevenson (A Child’s Garden of Verses) and A A Milne (Now We Are Six) so these were often the ones I chose to read.
Sometimes, in an attempt to make something routine more interesting – or to get the children to do something they weren’t keen on doing (eg  eating their greens), I’d make up a poem.
Here’s one I wrote about bathtime.
 
Bathtime
 
Down the drain the water flows
I wonder where the water goes.
Does it go out to the sea
To keep the fishes company?
Or does it just go down the drain
Never to be seen again!
 
When our two sons heard we were going to be having another baby, they naturally asked a lot of questions.
So I wrote this:
 
The New Baby
 
We don’t know its name yet
or what it will be
whether it is
a he or a she
We don’t know if it will be bald
or have big or small ears
But we know that we’ll love it
once it appears
 
They said they wanted a sister. But, once she arrived, they changed their minds!  So I wrote this:
 
New Sister
 
She pulls at my hair
and she punches my nose
She pinches my cheeks
and she treads on my toes
You wanted a sister
And you got a sister
 
She eats all my food
and she messes my toys
She keeps me awake
all the night with her noise
 
You wanted a sister
And you got a sister
 
She cries all the night
and she screams all the day
I’m not left alone
and there’s no time to play
 
You wanted a sister
And you got a sister
 
She makes such a mess
and she makes such a fuss
Oh why did she come
to a family like us
 
You wanted a sister
And you got a sister
 
 © Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems