Waiting For Her Boy
I'm an old woman
in a red coat
standing at the head of the ramp
people streaming up from the gates
I'm the Mom waiting for her boy
coming home spring break
Its like when you have a fever
that unquenchable thirst
I know where to stand to see the long view
of the corridor
and the short view
drops to baggage claim -
I stand with the limo drivers
scanning
thirsty for a sight
can I spot him in the crowd
I forgot to ask are you wearing a hat
what color
sweatshirt
I scan and scan but I can't...pick him out.
Planes take so long to unload
Whoa there he is
tall smiling cut, as they say
confident
so changed even since Christmas
his grin the same
we both get teary and hang on
we can't stop hugging
this is better
not the drama of Christmas dragging us under
we're just plain happy to see each other
we trip telling stories
he's tired, he wants his dogs
of course they go crazy when they see him
we ease inside I start dinner
and he's gone
out driving
without a word
I hear the music
his mother's son
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