Waiting
for the Phone to Ring
by Frances Hutson
I walk into the nursery, touch tiny baby things.
I call to mind all our precious ones
and wish the phone would ring.
I look through the baby album
I push the bear in the baby swing
I put on the lullaby tape
and wish the phone would ring.
I call and check in with our worker
Just to ask, �how�s everything?�
He laughs for he knows why I�m calling
I�m waiting for the phone to ring.
I pray each night for the little ones
For someone to love them and meet their need.
But if there�s one that needs love and care,
I�m here, waiting for the phone to ring.