Gift

a Poem by Raquel Swann

 

Suffering, pining, desiring,

I waited

for you to arrive.

Walked down to the street

every single day for a week,

but nothing.

Where are you?

Should I call?

Should I complain?

I walked up the path

leading to my front door

kicking rocks in disgust,

and there you were.

Shinning in the mid-day sun,

waiting to be discovered,

wanting to be wanted.

I needed you!

My son’s birthday

is tomorrow!

 

 

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