A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem about waiting for a friend.




July 3, 1988

One o'clock,
Two o'clock,
Barry, where are you?

Five past two,
Ten past two,
Barry, please come home.

Half past two,
Three o'clock,
Barry, I'm getting sleepy.

Quarter past,
Half past three,
Barry, it's getting late.

I'm sitting up this morning,
Waiting for the traveler.

I'm sitting up tonight

To make sure he gets home.

He's coming from Ohio
To live in the Green Mountains.

He's been driving sixteen hours,
And soon he should be home.

Half past,
Twenty 'til the hour:

Please, Barry Latshaw,
Come home to us soon.

For Barry.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 19. Initial reactions appreciated.

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Added on November 8, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, friend, friendship, night, sleepless

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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..