Waiting    Was She four,  Or was it five ? When Her Dad left  Without saying goodbye . An Innocent Child  With such trusting eyes ... Searching the distance Night after night. How can I tell Her Or try to explain ... The Father she loved Is not coming back again. His new world without us  Is Exciting and New ...  It didn't include Us, This Is Our Truth. The endless hours turned into days  And Days turned into years But no matter how much time has passed I can still see Her through my tears. My memory takes me to the time When each evening shadow fell... There She stood at the window I recall this time  so well. Come away from the window Angel It's getting  very cold Come site next to Mommy So I won't feel  alone Yes the endless hours turned into days  And  those Days turned into years But no matter how much time has passed I can still see Her through my tears.       By: Pam Gallo copyright 2007