Faye Sizemore

THE KNOCK

The children are playing, subdued today,
preschoolers being good in their own way
The dishes are done and lunch is now on
She keeps very busy to forget he is gone
Glances at the television, silent in the corner
Should she turn it on… no wait awhile longer

The soup is done and the table is already set
an extra bowel is there… again, did she forget

No, it’s just comforting to see it sitting there
Daddy’s bowl is just salve for their undying care
Her children scramble to the table, angels unaware
Billy, with his Daddy’s curly hair, and his ‘little man’ air
Annie has his eyes of blue, Daddy’s little girl for true
And Jimmy, with his Daddy’s lop-sided grin…

With lots of gusto and giggling, lunch does begin…

Safe and secure, here at home, so far from the war
Daddy’s place is empty because of a patriotic chore
She rises slowly to answer a knock at the door
Out the window she looks, and her eyes begin to tear,
………………… uniformed men are standing there

Her thousand year journey, her faltering steps,
…………… across the floor, Dear Lord, forgive,
she knows that until she answers the Knock,
……………………… for her, he still does live