Waiting For

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This tells the story of a parent who loses a child.How is left upto you. Originally a song, but I feel it works as poetry too, after all, a song is just a poem with music. Bit disturbing if you picture it how i did, so approach with caution.

Submitted: February 12, 2007

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I'm waiting by the car, waiting to go home,

You're sitting on the stairs, waiting by the phone

I'll be late home from school, I'm telling on you all

Sitting on the stairs, waiting by the phone.

And woe betide me, a day in your life

My face reflected, in the blade of my life

My life.

'Cos I'm running home from school, I'm going to the park

I'm staying with a friend, and playing after dark,

Now I'm drowning by the starlight, no-one can hear my calls

Sitting on the stairs, waiting by the phone

Woe betide me, a day in your life

My face relected, by the blade of your knife

Your knife.

Now you're living on your own, and watch the kids walk home in twos

You're ironing the clothes, I used to wear for you

Your sipping on your drink, driving to the ball

And checking in your home, for a photo of us all

And i remember, a day in my life

Your face reflected by the blade of knife

My knife

So I'll always be playing with the dog, and begging to stay out

Cheating on the test, and hiding in your doubts

I'm riding on your dreams, the ones that keep you up

Sitting on the stairs, waiting by the phone

Waiting by the phone for me.


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