Watching the clock

wanting to be home

Watching the clock

 

I sit and watch the minute hand, so slowly moving on.

I wish that it would hurry up, why does it take so long.

The bell will chime at 3 o’clock and finally I’ll be free.

Homeward bound I’ll run and jump, no one catches me.

In I’ll skip and wait for dad to come home in a while,

When he does we’ll talk of school and it always makes him smile.

For when I say I watch the clock, dad laughs and hug’s me near.

“I’m watching too” he says with a grin “because I’d much rather be right here”.

Reviews

[lissalovesyou]

How sweet. Warmed my heart.
lissalovesyou:)

[magenta24uk]

Thank you again x