waiting, by bobbi Subscribe to rss feed for bobbi

what time could it be?
am I late for school? 
It's only 4am so your're nowhere in sight.

I wait.

for the bars to close 
for your connection to be home
for the men to leave
for your new friends to turn down the music
so I can get a few hours sleep

its only Tuesday, after all and I have a test.
they give tests in fourth grade and other moms don't

show up drunk at open house 
and other moms are proud
for stupid finger painting and cards made of felt...

I wait.

You don't come to my recitals
you don't show for my plays
you forgot my birtday and you
ruin every holiday.

I wait.

for you to smile when you look at me.
Posted: 2011-03-20 08:50:56 UTC

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