Today’s prompt for Carry On Tuesday is #72 –

It started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope

It started to rain as I looked out the window, my teddy bear snuggled tightly to my chest.  I looked up and down the street for the white Ford pickup with the dent in the driver’s side door. 

“Please, Daddy, come this time,”  I whisper.

I glanced down at my suitcase already packed and ready to go.  On top was a coloring page I had colored just for him.  It was a picture of a train all in blue, his favorite color. 

Splashing water unto the sidewalk is a red car . . . a blue van . . . a white truck-  no only a Suburban.

Mama tells me to come away from the window but I don’t want to.  It’s growing darker and the headlights blur in the distance.  The sounds of pans banging echo from the kitchen as Mama prepares dinner. 

“Honey, how ’bout some mac ‘n cheese?  Come away from the window and come help me set the table.” 

“Mama, he’s gonna come.  I don’t want to miss him!”

But Mama only gives me that look she does whenever we talk about Daddy.

I sit Teddy beside me and pretend to feed him some mac ‘n cheese.  I don’t feel much like eating.  Daddy is going to take me to McDonald’s and then we are going to go to his house and I’m going to put my train picture on his refrigerator.

Back at the window my eyes grow tired straining to see the white Ford.  I hear Mama in the other room and she’s on the phone.  She’s angry.  I wish she wouldn’t get so mad at him.  If she didn’t get so mad, maybe he wouldn’t have left. 

“Baby, come on and put your things away.  Daddy can’t make it today,” she says.  There are tears in her eyes. 

I hate her!  Why did she have to make him mad. 

“Want to watch a video?  We can pop some popcorn and cuddle on the sofa?” 
“I want my blanket” I say as I turn and run to my room.  I shut the door and throw myself on my bed and curl up with Teddy as tears stream down my face. 

My pillow is wet when I wake up the next morning.  It started out as a feeling which then grew into a hope.  I know he will come today, I tell myself.

Published in: on September 28, 2010 at 2:32 PM  Comments (7)  

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  1. Great story!

  2. Awww, that is so, so sad – I had tears myself in the end. A beautiful write…

  3. So wistful. Makes me sad… so sad.

  4. I was hooked from the first few words. Rarely does a piece draw me in like yours. And thanks for writing it for Carry On. It makes the hours of work worthwhile!

  5. Sad poem!

  6. Thank you, Keith, for your inspiration! Thanks everyone for the kind comments!

  7. A great depiction of what it does to children when they are let down. Nice use of the prompt.

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