Poem a day, Day #21

Tell me of your wistful dream,

Restless in the attic.

No trace of father between the seams.

Peeking through the porous fabric.

My flashlight makes a cone in the dark,

Waiting wide awake.

Will his stubble quicken my sadden heart,

And his weight my bedsprings shake?

Dinner was warm, nourishing, and painful,

Without you in your chair.

But your labor keeps our family stable,

I hear you ascend the stair!

My light goes out as new shines through,

The door opens with a squeak and my cue.

I collapse and squeeze my eyes tight now,

And love to pretend I wasn’t waiting for you.

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