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for a class I took on memories and pain and poetry...

You didn’t finish your coffee.
You forgot to say goodbye.
You didn’t look at my firetruck
You said you were late.

Did you play the siren?
Can I ride on the truck?
When can we play catch again?
Did you see the planes?

They said you aren’t coming home
I told them they’re wrong.
You promised you’d be home.

You promised.

I’ll wait on the couch for you.

My daddy will be home today.

Why aren’t you home yet?
There are a lot of people here.
You went to help the sick people.
We saw you on tv.

Why are you covered in dirt?

Are you coming home now?
It’s time to play cars
Are you mad at me?

I’ll walk the dog every day.
I’ll eat all my dinner.
I don’t need to ride on your truck.

Please come home daddy.

I don’t like it here.
Mommy wont eat her dinner.
Gamma won’t talk

Everyone pats my head.
I’m a big boy not a poor boy.

Daddy you missed the fire chief.
He came by to talk to mommy.
I got a shiny helmet like yours.
Now we can match

We put a big box in the ground
Uncle Steve gave me your helmet
I told him I’d keep it safe for you
I told mommy it’s all okay

My daddy will be home today.

Reviews

[Dizzy-Izzy]

I made the mistake once, of reacting to someone's work, as though it were a personal experience. I learned, while wiping egg from my face, that one doesn't necessarily need to experience pain to write about it. I am not sure how to respond to your piece of poetry, your words of loss and unsatisfied expectations. Daddy's coming home... so many of us wish he would, for many different reasons.

I will go on thinking that you are still waiting, waiting... for someone to hold a hand... (sigh), I wait as well. Not sure why, or for what?...?

As I write I can see my little picture over there on the left... grin and bear it, is that what I do? Actually that was a very enjoyable time, a helicopter ride in Waikiki but, so much of what I experience in life is through gritted teeth. I am waiting, waiting for the day my jaw will relax and I can live in ... "the sigh," the relief of knowing that I will be okay whether or not those expectations see fruition... whatever they are, whatever the day... shall we look up the official definition of expectation? It's a thing I do, you'll see, hope it's okay....

Expectation: noun
Date: 1540
1: the act or state of expecting : anticipation
2 a: something expected b: basis for expecting : assurance c: prospects of inheritance -usually used in plural
3: the state of being expected

I like 2-C: prospects of inheritance... it's different don't you think? Not just something we think might happen but... ahh, a gift we might receive... Yes, I would like to define expectation this way for the evening. A gift... perhaps we already have it but, are unaware... sometimes gifts are like that. I would be specific, however, I cannot think of one I received this way, at this particular moment.

Your poem is untitled... maybe you could name it... Expectation(s) I don't know if it would need an "s" or not...

I ramble, something else you should know...

Really liked this...

Kristina