waiting, by bobbi
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what time could it be?
am I late for school?
It's only 4am so your're nowhere in sight.
I wait.
for the bars to close
for your connection to be home
for the men to leave
for your new friends to turn down the music
so I can get a few hours sleep
its only Tuesday, after all and I have a test.
they give tests in fourth grade and other moms don't
show up drunk at open house
and other moms are proud
for stupid finger painting and cards made of felt...
I wait.
You don't come to my recitals
you don't show for my plays
you forgot my birtday and you
ruin every holiday.
I wait.
for you to smile when you look at me.
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Posted: 2011-03-20 08:50:56 UTC |
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