Dead Poetic

Rookie (6/28/96 / Springfield)

Hope - Poem by Dead Poetic

Thump, thump,
Wake up to the sound of heavy feet.
Move; go, open the door,
A hushed voice trembled in the morning.
Crack, slide,
Doors unlocking.
Eyes crusted and body aches, I slide out of bed,
Feel the crisp air.
Stumble to the bedroom door,
Open reluctantly; afraid.
Go back to bed; be back in a little while,
Dad’s voice and body quivers, he supports her.
She is limp,
Frightened, I look up for reassurance.
She isn’t feeling well; have to take her to the hospital
No, don’t go, what happened?
I’ll explain later, stay here, have to go now
Tick, tock; tick, tock
Hours go by, no call or return,
Tick, tock; tick, tock
Ring, ring
Phone rings, I answer it,
He sounds worn out
She is in surgery almost done she’s staying overnight…
Fingers that hold the phone shake violently.
I say goodbye; wait for his return
Tick, tock; tick, tock.
Tires on gravel, I run to the window to see whom –
My dad!
Crack, slide,
Doors unlocking.
Thump, thump,
Shoes on hardwood stairs
Look into my dad’s tired eyes
She’s okay.
she recovered

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 27, 2011

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