Dark Waiting 3

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The world comes to our door

A lady from church, a widow
brings us a pie
and invites us to
bible study
and church suppers
then asks discreetly
if there is a woman
in the house
who can talk to me
about the things
a girl needs to know

A boy at school
likes me
asks me to a dance
you miss the irony
as you awkwardly
warn me about boys

In return for my
I demand more

When you retreat
I reach for you
tell you to stay
and talk to me
our odd version
of father daughter time

You tell me about Mom
how she died
about your work
about distant family
I in turn tell you about
my time away
when we’re not alone

Our furtive coupling
becomes more
we learn
that simple holding
gentle touching
brings peace

You sometimes sleep
while I lie awake
my existence

Mornings I awake alone

Submitted: May 08, 2018

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The opening line, “The world comes to our door” is so good. This poem drew me in from that line. I love the use of irony in this poem as well. After reading the two previous parts, it’s deliciously ironic to find a church goer trying to teach the subject motherly things and the father being protective over another boy. Your poems are haunting and heartbreaking, and they definitely leave an impact on whoever reads them.

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