Gift
a Poem by Raquel Swann
Suffering, pining, desiring,
I waited
for you to arrive.
Walked down to the street
every single day for a week,
but nothing.
Where are you?
Should I call?
Should I complain?
I walked up the path
leading to my front door
kicking rocks in disgust,
and there you were.
Shinning in the mid-day sun,
waiting to be discovered,
wanting to be wanted.
I needed you!
My son’s birthday
is tomorrow!
