Saturday, 21 April 2018


Reader Manda shares her touching poem which left us with a tear in our eye! Read on...

Dressed up, like I used to
Like you’ll appear any moment

Twinkling, they ask
Who I’m all done up for
I say -
Does there have to be a ‘who’?

Vain, insane
And maybe all in vain
I am waiting

Gold watch ticking away
The minutes since you left

Counting the hours til you come home
Home from far away

Heart full of promises
Weighs heavier than your patched-up knapsack
And far less useful
Still waiting

Months and years
Smudge and blur
With the weight
Of waiting

Last rays of sun
Drain away from the horizon
Until I stop waiting.

They tell me: never.
You’re never coming home
What is there left to wait for now?

Cathy says:
Beautiful, Manda... just lovely. What did YOU think of this evocative poem? COMMENT BELOW to have your say.


  1. I don't know why, but it kinda reminds me of refugees/asylum seekers waiting for the war to stop so they can come home - or even the other way round; people still in war-struck countries aching for their loved ones who fled, as stanza six made me feel like the knapsack idea was certainly literal and belonged to an escaping person. I really loved this poem - it took my breath away!

  2. You were really not far off- I was specifically picturing the 'you' being a soldier deployed and then dying in a war (mostly because I had just played a small part in a film where my character's husband was deployed in WW1 so those general themes were stuck in my brain at the time and I got inspired when I saw the picture) but to be honest your interpretation works just as well, I actually really like it! Thank you so much for your kind words, I really appreciate it :) Manda



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