Waiting

A mother watches her child
Blind
Looking to his future
Her time is his, but not all of his time is hers
Waiting

A husband watches his wife
Blind
She is a sillhouette against the sun
Watching their work as it plays
Waiting

The world watches them all
Blind
It doesn't have to try
It is invited to watch and love and hate and give its opinion
Waiting

A child watches the world
With sight destined to save
As the world watches a father watch a mother watch her son
He weeps
For he knows he cannot wait.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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