Waiting

• Megan Chidlow, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

I sit, cold, with no one around
I sit waiting, for a hero to come to this town.
My father on the battlefield fights with all his might
I wait for him to come home, in the dark cold night.
I sit on my bed where it is damp
My mother awakens, and turns on a lamp.
She sits with me and gives me hug
“Don’t worry.” She sobbed, and I felt a tug.
My little brother, looking up at me,
I picked him, and gave him his tea.
I lay on my bed sad and alone,
I heard a bomb fall down.
We were the only ones now
Alone, in this dark town.
I still wait, not for my father, but for light
Now, I fight with all my might.


By Megan Chidlow,