About the Poem
For all the over-the-road truck drivers wives and girlfriends who have spent time waiting for them to come home, or anyone who spends large amounts of time till they see their special someone again. They will understand this poem.
Anticipation |
by Jackie Hattan |
Candles burning sheets turned down anticipation abounds. Time passes slowly quiet as a mouse stars falling earth standing still. Waiting eternally waiting suspense filled evening. The phone rings You say my name come get me I am here. Passion explodes excitement is in the air soon you will be here. Candles burning low Sheets thrown down Passion spent Boytoy's in town. |
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7 Visitor Comments
April
I can so identify with this poem . the anticipation of my "boytoy" getting into town. this really hit the nail on the head! Loved it!
Dean
I found htis poem to be appropriate to send to my wife. I have been in Afghanistan for nearly six months and now am anticipating returning home soon. Thanks
Lynda
I can so relate to this Poem, as my man is a Truckdriver, and i so Anticipate his return!. Bravo!
travis
i am in the army and frequently am away from my girl for long periods of time. I hope this is what she thinks while she awaits my return!
TERESA
hI i LOVED YOUR POEM AND OUT OF ALL THE THOUSANDS IT SEEMED i READ A DAY THIS ONE HIT HOME i ONLY TRANSPOSED TO SEE HOW MY HUSBAND FEELS AS i AM THE ONE THAT IS THE OVER THE ROAD DRIVER, THANKS FOR SHARING ITS GREAT!
Susan
My husband is a captain on a boat. He is gone 20 days out of the month and only home 10. This poem says it all.
Denise
totally awesome
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