Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

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

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Richard Lamoureux February 9, 2013 at 3:01 PM I can relate wit a son at university you alway worry somewhat. Glad to see you didn't stay away long. Eileen Manassian February 10, 2013 at 6:31 AM Good to hear from you, Richard! Yes, I'm back! :)

Kateria Inspire February 9, 2013 at 6:46 AM READ POEM BACKWARDS I like how your poem still sound good when its read backwards. Your same meaning is getting across. I like the dept and tender touch. Eileen Manassian February 9, 2013 at 10:28 AM I'm very touched that you read and commented on my poem! Thanks! Hugs!

Jay Loveless February 8, 2013 at 9:27 PM This is so beatiful Eileen Manassian February 9, 2013 at 10:27 AM Thanks, Jay! Hugs!

Ilene Bauer February 8, 2013 at 2:23 PM i think all parents can relate to this poem and the beautiful way you've expressed that combination of fear, dread and a tiny bit of guilt for feeling those things. i don't think we ever lose those feelings... Eileen Manassian February 9, 2013 at 10:27 AM Thanks, my sweet Ilene. How I value your opinion! Hugs!

Demetrios Trifiatis February 8, 2013 at 12:35 PM Dearest, agape mou, that is a fantastic poem: Tender, human, loving, motherly! I have enjoyed every verse of it and since I have been through that I felt more Its intensity and its beauty. Soy dino epta! Thank you! Eileen Manassian February 9, 2013 at 10:26 AM Efxaristo, my dear. So kind of you. I'm honored that a poet of your caliber has given me this rank!!! Me Agapi!

Demetrios Trifiatis February 8, 2013 at 12:35 PM Excellelt!

Anne-Lise Andresen February 8, 2013 at 10:52 AM Been there - done that ...... one concern time ...... and time goes so slowly when waiting. - Have had many such hours - most often it goes well - remember back when you were 18 years ...... - A concerned mother was waiting for you too. - Have a lovely weekend,Eileen. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Debbie Guzzi February 8, 2013 at 6:45 AM I love your morning write too and such an important lesson you give. All parents go through this! I have so many writes of my son. Light & Love [did you know if you put son Debbie Guzzi in the search engine on top of the page it will pull up all my writes of my son! It works like this for anyones writes!] Eileen Manassian February 8, 2013 at 6:50 AM WOW! Another good lesson to learn! Thanks, my dear! :) Hugs!

Debbie Guzzi February 8, 2013 at 6:42 AM you are 1 smarty pants re: my morning haiku...just a wee bit of info for you the [kiru / cutting word is porridge] it announces the leap in thought to part 2! The actual mental leap is BETWEEN the lines 2 & 3 and in the readers HEAD!!! ahhhhhhh YES! Yes it is an analogy! Metaphor and simile are not used in haiku except...IF you can IMPLY them. My haiku remains OBJECTIVE. So happy you got it!Light & Love a dusting of sugar coats the bowl of porridge -- morning snow Eileen Manassian February 8, 2013 at 6:45 AM Thanks for the explanation, Debbie! :)