Waiting for Dad

The sundraped buildings mark the evening sky
As whispers tremble liquid in her ear–
She scarcely heard a word, nor met my eye:
A twilight twinge of unabated fear.

The night is here, her neon signs ablaze
(Small comfort for a country child of eight)
I do not know the city or its ways,
Her silence makes my small heart palpitate.

Another bus approaches and is gone;
Some strangers wander past us in the dark
And still we linger on and on and on.
Another bus, more strangers disembark–

“That’s him!” she cries, and then he’s in our arms:
A father’s presence ceases all alarms.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. readinpleasure
    Mar 04, 2015 @ 09:22:59

    I know the feeling very well. It’s good to see you back, WC. 🙂


    • wordcoaster
      Mar 04, 2015 @ 11:58:34

      It’s only a temporary resurfacing, I’m afraid. Living and working in China has its drawbacks, one of which is that China and wordpress are not on good terms. Whenever I am able, though, I will continue to update my blog and to visit others. Thank you for the very warm welcome, though! 😀


  2. viewingcamelot
    Nov 11, 2015 @ 10:30:31

    You’ve got such a good eye for these.


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