Tue, 07/03/2018 - 21:54 -- Alina V

It's Saturday

I wake up 

Mom knows

Breakfast shows up at 8


It's Saturday

Dad's gone 

Off to work

Won't be back till late


Next morning

On a trip

12 hours we go! 


I rock to sleep against the window sill

Cradled in my own fort-home


We get there

It's summer lovin'

Sunshine and blue skies


Except his hands

Her eyes

The share the same tired


I see, I finally see  

That my life, my comfort, my peace

Is not without the sacrifices of their own needs

This poem is about: 
My family


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