I wrote this poem one day while waiting for my sister at the vet, after a very difficult day, and several unpleasant conversations with my parents….

My Prince

Most girls dream of princes
Shining armor and
Trusty steeds

But not this one
Tall, dark and handsome, yes
But no steed for me

I dreamed of a hero
Someone who saves lives
My prince wears combat boots

But where could he be?
AWOL, it would seem
For I’ve seen no sign of him

You say he’s coming
In Your perfect time
He’ll come sweeping into my life

I want to believe You
But turning my love story over
Is harder than I thought

So won’t You take control?
Will You be my Prince
Until my prince comes along?