Her Whole World

Her Whole World

 

Wind blew through the trees,

the branches danced like an old man.

Swaying back and forth,

yet, holding their stand.

 

Raindrops spat upon the window

which began to dress in condensation.

Glass cold to the touch,

still, her fingers traced in desperation.

 

Her heart thundered in her chest,

while her hopes were dissolving

much like the fog in the window.

For a steady stream was evolving.

 

Though her fingertips were iced,

she continued to make swirls….

as though the act would bring him back.

He was her world.

 

The wind picked up,

the trees grew angry,

threatening to collapse.

Their bony arms signaling a plea.

 

Her hope dashed,

but still, she prayed

that he would make it home

and her world would be okay.

 

Upon seeing headlights pull in,

she was grateful he’d survived.

She went to greet him,

as her whole world was all right.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

July 2, 2021

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

well done ma'am! kudos to you...i think this is a keeper for sure .. its got it all .. setting, scene, personifications that are unique and creative .. the cold, glass, fingers tracing threads a beautiful theme .. she waits ... he is out there in dangers ... i like how you leave it open for the reader to decide just why he is out there and what he does for a living .. a line man, a fisherman ... or just out helping in the storm .. fine stuff here McQueen .. glad i did not miss it... the title drew me in by the way! ;)
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[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and for your review. I appreciated you.