Staring out the window,
Raindrops falling in a pattern,
Waiting beside a candle's glow,
Anticipating my father's return.
My books scattered in a mess,
The night draws close,
As I shiver from the cold no less,
Holding my blanket tight as I dozed.
Procrastinating on my work,
As I waited patiently....
A sound of a car, as my ears perked
My father came in,
I stretched my arms towards him,
And he carried me in his arms,
Drifting off to sleep,
All the night washed in a calm.
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