He Drove All Night....

He drove all night

Wondering in the stormy weather

How silent would be the wife's anger

How stern would be his mother's temper

Thoughts like those might have slowed him down

But he went on......

For one more person waiting at home

Whose smile was true

Whose anger was cute

Who waited not for the gifts he would bring

But for the warmth and the love that would spring

From his eyes and his hugs....

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He drove all night

Fearing she might have slept by now

But he drove and he drove

To reach to her fast....

Gifts tumbled, dolls rolled

In the backseat....

Speedy highways posed a safety threat

With mile-long trucks in the side-lanes

Rains made it tougher

Winds made it harder -

Sleep tried to ensnare

But he fell not in its trap...

He cared not...

He had only one thought

To reach to her fast

So he drove all night...

He could see his house from a distance now

He could see all lights switched off

The darkness of the inside

Told him he had been late...

So he reached the doorstep quietly

And unlocked the entrance door

He put the gifts aside and sat down on the floor

He wanted to relax

But he knew that he had missed it

But work was demanding, deadlines inflexible

How would he explain it all to her?

How would he tell her he drove all night

But still couldn't make it in time?

Lost in thoughts, feeling quite blue

A touch startled her...

He looked up and saw those beautiful eyes

Happy to see her Papa come home

She hugged her as he lifted her up

And not a word passed between the two

Love has its way to send across the message

Nothing else was needed....

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The prompt He Drove All Night made me feel very nostalgic. I remembered the times my father would travel in the night to come home. There were times when work kept him busy and he was late. It was always a delight and a relief to see him reach safely.What else would a daughter want? As I write this poem, I miss him badly. He is gone so far that there is no return from there. But his laughter and his happy spirit touch my heart always making me feel he is close. This poem is for him, and for all the loving fathers in the world. 

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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