I AM WAITING

Something for my son

By JT SPIDAPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

I am waiting for you

just to see you smile

I am waiting for you

to hold you for a while

I am waiting for you son

to love you and watch you grow

I am waiting for you

waiting for your first cry

and i can't wait until

I see a blink in your eyes

I am waiting for you

and i know you're waiting too...

Waiting and wondering

about the things in life you'll do.

I'm waiting so patiently yet

longing so bad,

I will call you Ashar!

Love always,

Your dad!

performance poetry

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JT SPIDA

military veteran

father

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Test7 months ago
Very creative and powerful JT SPIDA. Well done!

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