Still Waiting (1)

Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say “tomorrow.” Their name is today.
– Gabriela Mistral (Chilean teacher 1899 - 1957)


Still Waiting

You did not specifically say
Tomorrow I will break
my promise
You never even promised
Somehow I knew that to 
ask you
​every answer
Would leave me

But even though
the bay window
of my lookout days
is as forgotten as
the smashed glass in a once
up and coming dream

Though a new generation 
arrived and they barely speak
your name, if ever

Though I filled the hole
a thousand times
Spilled over my cup 
with distractions and delights

Though I have lived my life
without you and I am 
strong

Though over the hill,
It is your car
Your arrival,
knowing that I don't actually 
want what is real 

Though you don't know me
or my child 
and You missed the window 
for pride,
I am still waiting for your return

S.R. Lazar. 6/26/17