June 20, 2013

 

 

It’s Friday again, the day we

would go to the market and

then onto lunch in a nearby

village.  You would play for

time and stretch the day out

as much as possible.

It broke my heart to watch

you walk up your path at the

end of the afternoon.

You could never understand

how I needed an hour to myself

before the family came flooding

back in through the door.

Come Monday, I knew the

first call of the day would be

from you, quite often saying

‘Get over here NOW, I haven’t

seen a bloody soul all weekend’.

 

What I’d give to be able to spend

a whole Friday with you now!

 

 

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