The Waiting Box: A story of Patience and Reslience
Amina’s Story
Gather close, dear friends, and lend me your ear,
For a tale of a girl whose heart held a fear.
In a quiet neighborhood, vibrant and bright,
Lived a young girl named Amina, full of love and light.
With Down syndrome’s embrace, her spirit shone clear,
But each morning she faced the same daunting fear.
As her mother, dear Layla, prepared to depart,
Amina would cling to her, fear gripping her heart.
“Mama, oh Mama, please don’t go away!
What if you don’t return at the end of the day?”
With tears in her eyes and a quiver in voice,
Amina longed for the comfort of her mother’s embrace.
But Mama Layla, wise as the ancient trees,
Knew that love could be felt in the gentle breeze.
“Amina, my darling, listen well,
In our hearts, dear ones, love’s stories dwell.
When I go away, I’ll carry you near,
In my heart, my sweet child, you’ll always be here.
Let’s create a waiting box, a treasure to hold,
For your feelings and thoughts, your stories untold.”
With hands intertwined, they gathered their things,
A small wooden box and all that love brings.
They painted it bright with colors so bold,
Adorning it with memories, both new and old.
“Tomorrow, my dear, when I leave for the day,
Write me a note, let your heart find its way.
Place it inside, let your feelings take flight,
For in waiting, my love, there’s strength and light.”
The sun rose anew, and the morning was bright,
As Amina felt courage take gentle flight.
“Mama, may I write you a note?” she implored,
With a heart full of hope, her spirit restored.
“Yes, my dear Amina, let your heart sing,
For every moment apart brings you closer to spring.”
With a flourish of colors, she wrote down her love,
“I will always miss you, my mother, my dove.”
As the day stretched on, with each tick of the clock,
Amina learned patience, a steadfast rock.
Though worry would whisper, she found joy in play,
Remembering her note would bring Mama her way.
When evening arrived, and the stars filled the sky,
Mama returned, and Amina let out a sigh.
“Look, Mama! My note’s in the box, can you see?
I learned to be patient, just like you taught me!”
With open arms, Mama Layla drew her in tight,
“My brave little Amina, you’ve blossomed in light.
Patience, my darling, is a treasure to keep,
For love transcends distance, a promise we reap.”
And so, dear friends, as we gather tonight,
Remember this tale of love’s gentle might.
In every separation, let patience take root,
For like seeds in the ground, our spirits will shoot.
In life’s winding journey, we learn and we grow,
Through waiting, we find the strength to bestow.
So cherish your moments, let love’s whisper be,
For the heart knows no bounds when it’s truly free.
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Poem is written based on true events with the names changed to protect their privacy
So, dear club readers, remember this: patience, like a seed planted in fertile soil, requires time to grow.
Comment below and let me know your own moments of waiting and growth this week. Share your stories with us—what challenges have you faced with your child, and how did you find patience and resilience?