Waiting For Her To Come Home

Everything around me is still The soft lights ward off the cold My worried heart is unsettled Every minute is making me old Time seems to drag on and on Not sure I can take much more I’m waiting for my angel To walk in through the door There is nothing to do but wait So I wonder about her day But what’s taking her so long? Did she somehow lose her way? I think about my visit My first time to see her place In my glimpse into her life, A touch of tiredness I trace She flew away to this isle To try out her angel wings And in following her dreams She untied our heart’s strings “Our children are not our own” Oh, great Gibran, can’t you see? My precious 18 year old Will always belong to me Oh yes…she will live elsewhere Have a family of her own But she’s my little baby In my heart she hasn't grown I wait and I wait and I wait Please God, let her be alright I look out of the window At the blackness of the night I think of all those mothers Who wait for their children dear Whose arms are tired and aching To hold their loved ones near My heart shares their sorrow My soul weeps for their plight For though my daughter is late I know she’s coming home tonight! Eileen Manassian Ghali