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Worry, a waste of time,

Worry, is it necessary,



Sitting by the window watching each passing car,

Waiting for my daughter to arrive home safely,



Minute after minute passes, the worry intensifies,

Feeling sick to my stomach,

Heart begins to race as each minute passes,

Waiting.....Waiting....it is tormenting my soul...



Raining, wet roads, worry...

Making phone calls, needing to know that all is well..

Is she running late, has she stopped somewhere along the way..



Pacing the floor, running outside everytime a car door closes,

Worry, panic increasing,feeling helpless,



Outside now sitting on the steps, sheets of rain falling,

Watching and waiting for her vehicle to arrive,

I feel as though I am smothering, can't breath,

Fearing the worst,

The phone rings, fear of answering,

Afraid of whose voice will greet me,

A trembling hello, and then a sigh of relief

The sweetest voice, my daughter's voice,

"Hi Mom", the most precious sound,



Heartbeat still quickens but not due to worry,

But Joy....Worry, sometimes it cannot be stopped...