Waiting

She sat on the doorstep 
looking somewhat forlorn
waiting for yet another dawn
and then she heard the birds 
that sing and again she was 
reminded of a place 
not  yet seen rather a place
where her soul had been.
A place that had beauty, 
a place that was green with 
wondrous mountains in between. 
A place that saw hardships and a civil war 
a place where many came by her door. 
She sat on the doorstep taken back in time 
to that place hidden deep in her mind.

amb