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I'll Be Waiting

I hear even what you don't say. I know what "I have things on my mind" means. I feel what you feel when you say "I'll be waiting."

What would we have been if you could have stayed? Maybe we would have already lived dreams. While I heal and you deal, I'll be waiting.

I notice the difference in you when we're alone, who you are when it's just us. I'm sorry I didn't love your mother enough.

I wish we were together right now face to face every day living this life together. I wish I was better.

I hope somewhere in your mind and heart you know me, that you can feel my love and it holds you while you're waiting.

I hope you grow up to understand me and love the man I'm becoming. When you're your own man making your own choices, 

I'll be waiting.


  1. mmm....i feel the dads heart...and the pain of seperation...and the hope for tomorrow...nice write theron

  2. Thanks, Theron. This is powerful and real and I can feel that you mean every word. I know that your son feels them, too. Speaking your truth, giving space and waiting- you'll be together again in different circumstances. It'll happen.


  3. This is amazing I all most feel like you are on tears as you write this. The emotions invoked in this poem is awesome!

  4. Man, I'm gonna hug my son when I get home.

  5. This one makes my heart ache. Well written.

  6. My kids dad doesn't want to see them all that often, or he doesn't make the effort to come and see them. Seeing things from the other side of the fence like this gives me a kind of perspective. Brilliant Theron

  7. this is written from a beautiful heart...

  8. Almost made me cry. I know he's waiting too. Kids are so intuitive. You're a good dad. It makes me proud to know you.

  9. Seriously, Poet...tears. FELT!

  10. good father...its really touching.♥♥♥


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