A little girl stood along the road
Glancing around, hoping
Her legs were numb from waiting
The car had not arrived yet
It was already time
It was fifteen minutes late
Her mum was late again
As usual
Week after week
The little girl stood by the road
Wishing her mother would be on time
Just for once
As weeks past
The girl grew tired
Tired of her mother's habit
Tired of standing by the road
Waiting, minute after minute
Finally one week
The girl walked out to the road
She did not stand to wait
She walked by the road
She sat on the kerb
Automatically
Now
Her mother came on time