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In Waiting
by Tammy Frascona (Age: 26)
copyright 07-18-2006


Age Rating: 18 to 127

  In Waiting
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I'm having my last cigarette before bed,
and doing my last routine things; while I wait to rest my head.

I pace the house spotting images of you all around,
but you're no where near me and also with out a sound.

The house is dark and I'm all alone;
I lay in bed and stifle my depressed groan.

Missing you so bad, wanting to hear your voice,
And knowing you're working out of town is not your choice.

I want to call you again and wish you good dreams,
but you're already asleep; while the voice in my head screams.

The kids keep me company as long as they're able,
But with a bedtime of eight; I rely on cable.

I stay strong for the children and for myself some,
This way we'll be happier still when you come.

Weeks go by and it seems like eternity until your home,
Each day feels as if something is draining my precious little soul.

I know you like being away sometimes and get a break,
It's healthy for us I'd like to think; but how long will it take?

How ever long it takes; one month or two, four or six,
Promise me you'll steer clear of any promiscuous chicks.

I'm lying here in bed tonight, crying for no reason at all,
Or at least no reason except I miss you; no more I can recall.

Okay I storied just then; the kids miss you lots,
And I think of everything you're missing with these tiny tots.

They need you more than I and that's saying something, Smiles for their faces,when you get home, is what you bring.

I take them out to the park and to the zoo,
But it's not the same as if you were here too.

At dinner time we talk about us staying in and showing you a new dance,
Or how much we love our daddy and how we will show you when we have the chance.

I'm miserable with out you next to me each night talking about random stuff,
Sharing laughs and giggles with candle light and us in the buff.

Wishing and waiting for you to come back to us,
I feel bad that I make such a big fuss.

I can't help making this a big deal,
but I hate you missing every meal.

I don't tell you how bad it bothers me anymore,
I just tell you we miss you, while I lay on the floor.

I know you think I'm strong, so to read this probably sounds pathetic,
But I can't help it when I feel a little poetic.

I wait to see you and make me smile that way again,
And to talk to you and release these thoughts out of my brain.

You being gone really sucks for all of us not just me,
But I take it the worst because of the other three.

They make me miss you worst of all,
Asking when you will be home and when will you call.

Every time I quit thinking about you being gone,
They remind me of things that are foregone.

It's silly to some why I feel this way because after all you will come back,
It's just we do everything without you while you unpack.

Last time you left it felt like you would never return and you almost didn't.
So I'm sorry I have doubts now; if you get the hint.

You know I'm scared but don't want to show it my baby,
So please come home and keep me from being a crybaby.

Haylie thinks that every car that passes the house is you,
Having to tell her that it isn't; makes us both very blue.

It breaks my heart to see their faces,
When we go with out you places.

Ariana acts like she's lost her best friend,
And Kayla looks like she doesn't quite comprehend.

I really dislike the fact that we can't come with you this time.
I guess the girls will go on and I'm gonna still rhyme.

I feel like a single parent; forced to do everything on my own,
Not much help from you except a conversation on the phone.

I know this is a time where I can not be selfish or distant,
I must give it my all and be persistent.

Right now the kids need me more than they realize,
So I have to be strong and hide my spontaneous cries.

I must go to sleep now to rest my tired eyes,
And dream of a beautiful surprise;

Which would be you coming home early to be with us tonight,
And kissing the girls while they sleep and holding me close all night.

We miss you and we're waiting for you,
Hurry home now so.... We Can ALL Go To The Zoo!


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09-09-2007 Everett (dale) Pogue    

That's a really neat love poem. It involved feelings from all the family. Missing the guy was the theme, but I wonder...did it begin to develop a different theme as it progressed? I began to worry a bit as I read on. Is this guy coming back? If you meant for me to read that into the poem you did a great job because that is what I read. Nice work. Thanks. dale


02-07-2007 Walter Jones    

Your story book style always adds a smile to my face, the innocence of a child and the wisdom of a mother mix to make easy reading....enjoyed
Walt


10-14-2006 Kimberly Prom    

I seriously loved the ending. Made me smile. You write wonderfully.


07-22-2006 Greg Kis    

I really like the addition. So powerful in its fatalism - laced with the hope one feels when love is gone. I wait for the follow up on this one.


07-19-2006 Mali Neve    

Hi, Tammy. This poem builds up, getting a little more desolate with each stage... just like the waiting game that we play when someone we love is away. I enjoyed it a lot!
Mali


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