Poem – A Child Waits

In honor of Mother’s Day and including pops, a poem.


A child five years old waits
patiently, the door has not
opened for some time, a
dining room chair methodically
collects dust. Three dinner plates
have become two, seemingly overnight.

One kiss upon my forehead, though
different, something new as the
touch and embrace last moments
longer, sometimes met with tears,
silent sobs in the distance when
my bedroom door closes.

A child of six grows older
aware of a new knock upon the door
a new face entering, bearing gifts
a gentle smile, kind words,
an embrace for my mother.
Two slowly becoming three.

2 thoughts on “Poem – A Child Waits

    • Thank you Robyn. This piece was written in a workshop where we had specific topics, and styles to write with. Part of this was to experiment with the form dictating the piece, and vice-versa, where as a piece is written it finds a form that works. This one is direct from my own experience.

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