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.