When
will
it be
my time…
When?
She stood
on
stage
facing
an
empty
auditorium
except
for
a
dog
who barked,
ran
from
the aisle
up
the stairs
and jumped
against
her
full of
unbridled
joy
A month
later
she
bowed
The play
is very
very
well
received
She is
in
a
most
prominent
role
Applause
and kudos
Resounding
“Bravo!”
In
her
dressing
room
more flowers
more
accolades
She
remembered
that
moment
when
the
dog
was
the one
who
shared
his
affection
his
love
his
frothy
face
Out loud
she
said:
“You know
I
would not
trade
that
for
anything!”
“What did
you
say
dear?”,
her
friend
asked,
“were
you
talking
to
me?”
“Funny,”
she replied,
taking off her make up,
looking briefly
at
her
friend,
“You know
we long for
the
applause
the
appreciation
the
attention,
and
we
already
have
it.”
