SOL #26 – Weekends Without Him

Weekends without him

Are horrible.

Empty.

Even when they are fun,

They’re sad

Because he isn’t with me.

 

It’s been two plus years,

And it doesn’t get better.

Empty.

 

But then comes Sunday,

When I get to pick him up

And hear about the past three days.

Full.

 

In a rush,

Stories mixed together,

Out of sequence,

About Friday’s escapades

With friends.

And everything else

Since I saw him last.

Full.

 

“It pains me.

The Crossover won the Caudill.

But that’s not what pains me…

The kids who read most

Of the books on the list

Won a Barnes and Noble gift card.

It pains me.”

Full

 

 

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One thought on “SOL #26 – Weekends Without Him”

  1. What an honest poem of what it’s like to be without your child on the weekends. Some might look at it as a break, but however you slice it, it’s time away from your baby.

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