Waiting

Sitting on the old swing
He sits on his porch
Reading an old, old book
With glasses and a torch

It is the dead of night
He waits for her return
She is due any minute
For her, he does yearn

Been gone for many a month
He wants to kiss her bad
He's so glad she's coming home
Without her, he is sad

He wants to hear her beautiful laugh
Of when they used to play
He's hoping that this time
She will decide to stay

He wanted to hold her so close
Like he did when she cried
He also knew one day
She'd make a beautiful bride

To look into those grey eyes
Would bring him so much joy
Just to see her one more time
And see her smile so coy

And there she is in the distance
Green bag in her hand
It's like there's playing music
Beside him, an invisible band

He rose with his aching bones
They all screamed in pain
He was having trouble walking lately
His hand was fixed on his cane

She saw him getting closer
Her face lit up in glee
That was the perfect sight for him
"Oh you've returned to me"

As they got closer
She started to cry
Just like that started
She didn't know why

She held him in her arms
Scared he would break
Feeling so young again
And remembering stories they'd make

"I'm home, I'm here"
She wept to the old man
She looked up with adoring eyes
She was his number 1. fan

Finally she was there
His granddaughter near
He was just so happy
That she was here

He really loved her
His own best friend
Come back a hero
After the war did end

"I love you, my darling,
I am so so proud,
I would shower you in kisses
If I were allowed."

He said with so much glee
And a tear in his eye
Really he felt too happy
So happy he could die