Waiting for him to return home from work at the end of his long day. Waiting by the door...looking thru the endless rain. Watching for his car to round that corner....and park itself right here in the driveway.
Waiting for that guy. The one in the shirt and tie and top hat. The one who leaves each morning early..and comes home each and every night. The one who smells of after shave and sweet scotch and cigars.
Waiting to be scooped up in his big strong arms. Waiting for the hugs and kisses. Waiting for the bedtime stories..and to be tucked into bed all snug and tight.
All dressed up and waiting...