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Daddy Come Home
You promised you'd come back,
I remembered watching for you on that special day.
I'd sit on the porch steps waiting,
Waiting for you to come.
You always did...
And when it was close to midnight,
I'd see your car lights.
Mommy would cry as she ran out the front door to kiss you,
And I'd run straight into your open arms.
But that one day,
A man came to our house.
I remember how he had all those shiny metals and a cool looking hat;
He handed Mommy a letter.
After he began to walk away, she thanked him and gently closed the door.
She sat on her chair and carefully took the fancy seal off of the letter.
Suddenly, she began to mutter, "No, no, no."
Later that night, she tried to explain to me what had happened,
But I was too young to understand.
When the special day came again, I went to sit on the porch.
Mommy made me come back inside and go to bed.
After she fell asleep, I snuck back outside to wait;
I stayed there until the sun came up.
I wondered, "Why hadn't Daddy come?"
As I got older, I finally could understand what Mommy was telling me,
Though I still waited for your car lights to appear on that special day.
And maybe I've grown up now,
Maybe I have moved away,
But a part of me is still waiting on the porch steps for you, Daddy, to come home.
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Everyone has memories. Some are bad, some are good, some we don't even want to remember, but we do. I don't know what inspired me to write this piece, but it is very emotional in my opinion. I hope you get something out of it. Maybe a lesson, or reminder. Cherish your memories because one day you might forget.