Waiting Poem by Linda Brooks

A sleeping moment
A heavy head
I smell Grandmas cooking
My stomach growls

I begin to panic
I look at the clock
2 o’ clock
I run to the window

I watch the cars go by
Hoping that daddy comes soon
A flower made of candy
A sweet unforgettable taste
Would be a gift that was special
Because it was from him

Hours past
Daddy didn’t come
Daddy never came
The flower faded
Taste that was bitter
I’ll always wait for
That Yellow Rose