The clock strikes twelve
A letter on the table lays dusty, dated 2018
Ma -Pa I'll come by eleven it says
Hope drowns in the sea like the setting sun
Teary eyes return home to prisoned hearts
Front doors swing open as she comes
Sorry Ma-Pa, I am late she says
The waiting eyes have dreamt no less, they know the difference
Four years and an hour late but welcome all the same
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Author:
crackingmeadows (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a pair of parents waiting for their daughter since long.
- Category: Family
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