He Waits Poem by Rebecca Parker

He sits staring out the window
As he does many hours of the day
He watches the sparrows flying about
And wonders if they are chirping
He cannot hear from where he sits
Eighty-five years of living
Has dimmed his senses, once so sharp

He looks down at his hands
Wrinkled with age
Crippled from arthritis
His gold wedding band still there
His one true love gone
For many years now
Waiting for him in that peaceful place

'When did this become my life? '
He wonders to himself
The only sound is the echo of the grandfather clock
Chiming down the hall
The room silent now
Had been once filled with love & laughter
And warmth & living
'Where did it all go? ' he wonders

He has grown sons & daughters
And many grandchildren now grown
And many more great grandchildren
But his family lives far
And are busy living their lives
He would love to see them
Maybe he will
If the world slows down some
And they find the time

He can hear the ticking
Of the grandfather clock, though very faintly
The seconds, minutes & hours
Pass much too slow
He wishes time would pass quickly
Because she's waiting for him
And he is ready
To join her in that peaceful world
No longer alone
And he waits......


Rebecca Parker