Waiting by the Window

(This poem is a response to Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening and

is best read in contrast to that work, to which I have no rights.)

 

I know where you have gone today.

I watched you ride off in your sleigh.

I hope that you will ride on through;

I wish that you would not delay.

 

The children want to play with you.

I tell them you will be back soon.

Your table spot I did not clear.

But now I'll have to warm your stew.

 

I know you love this time of year.

I see it in your eyes how dear

You love the silent harmony,

The way the air is cold and clear.

 

The snow outside is past my knee.

I try to tamp down my worry.

You promised you'd be home to me,

You promised you'd be home to me.

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