Until Friday

It is only till Friday I say
Count the days
1-2-3-4-5-
His voice like an angel

Don't cry, I say
I will call every day
It hurts to speak
My trembling voice

Ring, ring, ring
Hello, yes, he is ready
Will be there shortly
His smug voice

Daddy's on his way
His eyes look into mine
I see the tears
His sea- blue eyes

His hand in mine
We walk outside
He watches each passing car
His sad boy eyes

There he is , I say
I feel his hand tighten
1-2-3-4-5-
His little boy voice

I love you, I say
I love you too
Five days?
His voice echoes

Five days, I say as they drive away

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Rossen]

Softly devastating ...


'love this poem"

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

This is a wonderful story! I saw each scene vividly, felt the nervous knot, the welling tears, and the summoning of a little boy's bravery.
Excellent work here.
I've waited awhile to read you again...Welcome Home!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the thoughts of the young minds. I like the use of numbers to strengthen the story. I look forward to read the story to follow. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[MandaBear]

awwww sweet