Stained Window

A pantoum describing a moment of despair from when i was a child.

"He has to be home soon," my eyes brimmed with denial.

My childhood memory recollects

The time I watched with tear stained cheeks

From my window looking out onto the lonesome road.

 

My childhood memory recollects

Waiting then aching for my father to return home

From my window looking out onto the lonesome road.

“Why has he not come yet?” I thought over worried tears.

 

Waiting then aching for my father to return home

After his latest selfish desertion,

“Why has he not come yet?" I thought over worried tears

As snow smothered the ground without a trace or clue.

 

After his latest selfish desertion,

I waited urgently though the moments ticked the moon up higher

As snow smothered the ground without a trace or clue.

My small fingers pressed against the chill glass desperately.

 

I waited urgently though the moments ticked the moon up higher

The time I watched with tear stained cheeks.

My small fingers pressed against the chill glass desperately,

"He has to be home soon," my eyes brimmed with denial.

Reviews

[Destined for Boring]

I enjoyed reading this.

It has reminded me of my frantic moments as a child between the ages of 5-7 dashing around the house wondering when my parents would arrive home. I remember being home so long by myself that I thought they were not coming back as it grew darker and darker outside.

Sad stuff.

[AnnaMae]

yeah, frantic is a good description for it. thank you though. :)

[Yours Truly]

I like the structure of this poem, it's different but a good different. enjoyed the read. :)
-Yours Truly

[WritersRankings]

Anna when you read something, and you are the actors and the audience, you know you are reading something priestly and prophetic. Creating and sharing memory is the myth, intimacy is the goal. All humans share an intricate intimacy that they take for granted, but it's right here, in your writing. Bravo!

[MoriartyMesa]

The flow and quoting breath a natural sort of air, and the subject matter is rough but the reader can not help but to see an end too the image that is given and the emotions that follow.