Voices on the Wind
Voices on Waiting
Waiting for Daddy
by Larry Turner
On a Friday evening, I told Mama, “This end of the room
is Zanesville. That’s where Daddy is working. The other end
is our house here in Logan.” I set the toy pickup truck
in between, and every few minutes I’d ask her, “Where
is he now? Should I move the truck?”
My father, along with his father and brothers, worked
in road construction. For many jobs, they’d be away
for months at a time, but for this one, they could come
home every weekend. Tonight he wouldn’t arrive
Lying beside her in her bed, I closed
my eyes and asked, “Are your eyes closed?
What do you see?” I knew she wasn’t asleep,
but needed to test my theory that when you dream,
you only see people who are also asleep.
Sometime during the night I felt Daddy’s
strong arms pick me up and carry me from her bed.