Waiting.

When I was six, he would say
“5 more minutes and I’ll be right there.”
I would lie awake in bed, eager and expectant.
Waiting
for that bedtime story…
a final tuck in…
the feeling of his strong hands wrapping my tiny feet
in tight little bundles
of blankets
and sheets.
Waiting
most of all,
for my good night kisses..
one on each cheek..
one on the forehead..
and one final peck on the nose.

Long minutes stretched
into eternities
until I would stand up,
go back to the living room
and see him..
eyes glued to the TV,
cigarette in hand,
daughter long forgotten,
left waiting in her bed.

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