
Waiting to be discovered;
Waiting for all to see;
That noble pearl, uncovered;
That noble pearl is me;
Waiting for Your good graces;
Waiting, on bended knee;
For Your most coveted notice,
For Your invite, to High Tea;
Cross-ankled, in the parlor;
Hair in a bun, just so;
Powdered, from floor to ceiling;
Locks, in a tidy row;
Waiting, till You come calling;
Anxious to please Your Grace;
Trembling, with the thought of
A smile, on Your blessed face;
List’ning to all that clanging,
As the grandfather clock strikes three:
Visiting time is over,
And, ever alone, sits me.
Copyright 2019 Andrea LeDew
I really like this! (“That noble pearl is me . . . “)
Thank you Liz! The pearl is such a wonderful symbol, for untapped potential. It is a thing of rarity and value and beauty, encapsulating how each of us is born to think of ourselves.At least, until the hard, hard world cuts us down to size.