This Poem was Submitted By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2007-11-14 09:10:34 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Lad of Seven

Just a lad of seven           sitting                 next to the street Just a lad hoping            for joy                  listening to his heartbeat Patience he has           as he waits                  on the street Dreaming of future           listening                   to his heartbeat         "Come inside he's not coming!" Just a little            more time                  I won't be deprived Just a little            more time                  I'm sure he'll arrive Something is wrong             he's delayed                  I fear Something is wrong              I'm sure                  he'll be here       " Please come inside he's not going to come!" I've waited              all day                  into the evening I've watched              all the cars                  and surely not leaving I know that he'll come             at any                  time I know that he'll come             I've committed                   no crime      "It's Dark Outside, please come in!" I reluctantly move            as I walk                   towards the door I reluctantly move            but it seems                  such a chore Now by the phone            I wait                  for the ring Now by the phone            I whisper                  but sing           'Love Me Dad'

Copyright © November 2007 Thomas H. Smihula


This Poem was Critiqued By: Rene L Bennett On Date: 2007-11-30 17:22:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.71429
This broke my heart as i read each stanza. Grief, I believe is the hardest hurdle in life to experience, especially for a small child. My heart to yours in this heartfelt piece. Rene'


This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-11-15 22:02:57
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.90909
Oh Thomas.......I just knew in my heart where this one was taking me for memories of my own son, spending all day Sunday in the house, sitting by the phone came bursting forth and as in your work the call never came, the boy sat like this Sunday after Sunday.........proud to say he grew into a fine man, is married with two girls of his own and he has a relationship with his dad after many years of disappointment. I am certain this will touch the heart of many who have been there too. Where there is love I do believe hope also lives within.....God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2007-11-14 15:37:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Hi Tom...the ending of this piece stopped me cold! I never expected it and became instantly sad when I read the words. Of course I went back to the beginning and read the words again and became even more sad. I could feel how this boy, of seven, wanted so badly for his dad to come see him. I'm thinking the parents were divorced or seperated and how that must tear a little one apart, as they love both parents. Great poem with a twist at the end that is stunning. Well done. Marilyn
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