Waiting

Waiting for Momma
I watch the wind in the trees
It is a hot day

I am waiting for Mom to come home from the daycare center. The computer is close enough to the living room window, so that I can watch for the bus she rides. It is nice that they pick her up each morning and bring her home in the afternoon. I know Mom enjoys going to the center even though she cannot remember what she does.

When I stop there to see how she is doing she always looks like she is having fun. I guess you do not have to remember what you did to have fund when you are doing it.