Impatient Storm

Happy Birthday, Dad. (3/25/09)

An impatient young child

paces back and forth 'cross the floor

as she watches

and waits

and watches

and waits.

 

A quick glance at the clock,

another glance towards the door,

and one more glance at the clock,

until

the door creaks,

and a booming laugh,

a laugh like thunder,

shakes the house

like a leaf in a storm.

 

An impatient young child

stops dead in her tracks,

and whips her head up,

her blonde curls flying

past her pale face.

A smile, bright as lightning

streaking 'cross the stormy heavens

lights up her face

as the impatient young child

races towards the laughter like thunder.

 

In the blink of an eye,

she is swept up,

spun around

in strong, warm arms.

 

Adding her pealing,

bell-like laughter to

the laughter like thunder,

she

embraces the giant in front of her,

and just one simple thing

crosses her lips:

 

"Welcome home, Papa."

 

-By Silver-

Happy Birthday, Dad.