As you walk out that door, all I can think is what time will you go back home this time?
I waited. Hours. I ate dinner without you, but I promise, I put food in your plate. After I finished eating, I merely covered it and put a note on top reminding you to reheat it. Because I still care, whether what time you'll come home.
Darling, darling. I passed by your room. It's changed so much, but I could only smile as I remember, that you were raised by me, and that I, am proud of you. I shut the door, looking at the clock and wondering what time you'll come home.
Now as I wait for time to pass, only for days to do so, I'm wondering, when will you come home?
- a mother to her child; when will you come home?
REVISED VERSION 4/21/20
as you walk out the door, all i can think of is 'what time will you come back home?'
night has fallen, dinner has been cooked. my lonely plate, i accompanied with your favorite one. i placed food on your plate and put it across of me, at your designated chair.
i could still vaguely hear your laugh along with your siblings' as you teased each other with memories from so long ago. memories that if physically touched would be laden with layers of dust.
i finished my meal and put a plate on top of yours to indicate that there was food reserved for you. trudging up the creaky stairs that once served as your playground, i took one last peek at the entrance of the house, wondering what time you'll come home.
i wait by the window upstairs, sitting on the rocking chair that you and your siblings have always teased me about. a lone tear drops from my eye, making me wipe it away with a shaky laugh. this rocking chair was also your favorite seat, even when you've grown well into your teenage years. you would sit by here and wait for me to come home, even in the wee hours of the night.
don't mind me, my darling. i am just doing what you did before. i am waiting for you, wondering when will you come home.
- a mother to her child; come home
