When He Comes Home

She leaned out with quiet
looking at the stars
the window sill cold
the air barely alive
her dreams are of him
the one who makes her whole
her prayer for the night
are of him coming home
everyday her feet take her
to the front door
ready to open it
for him once more
no one is there
he didn't come home
how long will she wait
her life is going on
without him 
and it hurts so she prays
and she's hopeful and 
will love him just the same
today is the day
she can feel it
she opens the door and he is there
they're arms wrap around
kisses are flying
tears are streaming
she doesn't care because
he is Daddy and she's only 5.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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