Not There

Mother and I were standing at the station,
Waiting for father to return from the war.
I was as excited as a baby bird waiting for its mother.
The train came into view,
I ran up and down the platform,
Searching for him,
He wasn’t there.
I felt worry in the pit of my stomach.
I think mother did too.
She started crying,
Head in her hands,
Tears dripping onto her floral dress.
Maybe Father missed the train.
Maybe he would be on the next train.
I didn’t know.
All I knew was that he was not there.

~Jenna, Year 5

Adelaide Railway Station, c. 1890s History Trust of South Australia GN00318