Sunday, 6 October 2013

Every once in a while……….


Every once in a while
She looked at the mantelpiece
Biting her nails out of fright
Biting them deep inside.

Dusk had set in
There was no word of him
The lamp was lighted
There was no sign of him.

She picked up the phone to call
Yet, stopped fearing to hear the worst
She looked at the frame on the wall
Tears welled up, waiting to fall.

No longer able to take
She moved with determined steps
Taking her coat and purse
She moved towards the steps.

And there behold he stood

The apple of her eyes…..


Her Son



The above poem is based on a prompt on  Write Tribe’s100 words on Saturday.”
The prompt was - “Every once in a while