Waiting For Dad
On the steps I waited
For dad each afternoon
With excitement and elated
That he would be home soon
I enjoyed an ice cream cone
As I waited for him to arrive
Then as always he was home
Right before my eyes
His driver was my friend
And knew that I’d be there
Waiting for my hero again
For whom I so cared
He let me carry his lunchbox
Up the three stone steps
And I was important I thought
When he patted me on the head
In the house were his loved ones
That gave him meaning and worth
And with us kids he had fun
Despite his coal and dirt