I see you all waiting,
I measure my gait,
As I'm arriving
I stand tall and straight.
The kids see me coming
They start first to me,
Return for the hugging;
Your neck and your knee.
You stand there in clinches
With kisses and smiles.
The distance of inches
I measure as miles.
Sometimes your eyes
Dart quickly my way,
Saying goodbyes
You have nothing to say
I see you go lightly
I see you head home,
Pausing just slightly
To check on your phone.
I walk with their fingers
So small against mine.
I glance back, it lingers.
Think "maybe next time"
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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This is sort of heartbreaking J........
Yes it is Lorna. Every Sunday. 🙁
Very moving piece J. If only.....
The unspoken hope here is heartbreaking. Tragic. I love the flow of words tugging heartstrings throughout the whole piece.
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