Crash
I pace. Tension etching lines upon my face
How much longer must I wait?
The clock ticks glumly in the hall
Time passes slowly, no quickly
Oh I don't know
My world moves in slow motion
Waiting for a call
The silence is oppressive
Shadows cast their pall upon the room
I sit, I stand, only to pace again
My heart beats with a quickened cadence
Why hasn't she called?
Why hasn't someone called?
Wait! Was that the phone?
Yes. yes, I hear it
I rush to silence the urgent ring
Hello! Hello!
Yes, this is he
Yes, she is my daughter.
Where is she?
Is she ok? Please, is she ok?
Oh thank God, I've been so worried
I saw it on the news
I hoped, no prayed that she was not there
I didn't know what to do
I was afraid to leave
Are you sure she's ok?
Yes, of course
I'm on my way right now
Thank you, thank you for letting me know
She's not alone is she, is someone with her?
Good, that's good
I'm sorry, I forgot to ask your name
Are you a doctor, yes I thought you were
Will you be going back in to see her?
Would you tell her her dad loves her very much
I shrug my coat around a hollow body
Choke back tears of relief
My little girl is hurt, I need to hold her
A piece of me almost died tonight
I don't have a daughter. I wanted to write about an emotional situation
that I had not actually experienced to see if I could make the reader feel
the rush of emotions exhibited in the poem. Have no idea
if I succeeded.
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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