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Click hereDad calling.
He is coming to pick us up.
Packing
Pacing
Planning
Just two more days.
He will be here.
Talking
Wishing
Dreaming
Oh, today is the day
He will be here soon.
Nervous
Happy
Excited
Sitting in the driveway.
On his way here.
Playing
Smiling
Running
Waiting for dad.
Been two hours.
Crying
Laying in the grass
Hiccups
"Mom please call him again."
He didn't answer.
Sad
Hurt
Wretched
Sitting again in the driveway.
Getting dark out now.
Wishing
Misery
Pain
"Mom he is going to come."
"Please don't make me go to bed now!"
Pleading
Crying
Hoping
Dark now outside.
Daddy didn't call back.
In the bed.
Crying
Shattered
Heartbroken.
Loss is hard enough in life. But when your are made to relive the pain time and time again, it is such a deep heartache.
I could see the little girl as your poem played out. You made it so real. Keep up the writing I look forward to many more.
They never go away. At least you have a wonderful way to express them, and try to let go. This was real, and many felt it. You captured it, and shared it in a touching way.
on this particular topic. An impossible act to follow....Bravo!
So simple and elementary, I could feel the child's pain, hear her voice. You found her voice and spoke it well, LilDarlin.
Don't stop writing.