It is Friday today.
Oh, yes. It is Friday today.
I'll wake up. It'll be Saturday.
I would not have it any other way.
I hope the sun will shine.
Illuminate my mind.
I hope the sun will shine.
Cause then I'll feel fine, fine, fine.
My father is coming home tomorrow.
His smile will erase my sorrow.
My father is coming home tomorrow.
His strength I will borrow.
My mother is coming home on Sunday.
She's the one who taught me how to pray.
My mother is coming home on Sunday.
I pray her plane will be ok.
And I hope the sun will shine.
Illuminate my mind.
I hope the sun will shine.
Cause then i'll feel fine, fine, fine.
And if the skies are grey on Monday.
I'll be fine anyways.
Cause' my folks will be back home.
And I won't be alone.
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3 comments:
This is uppity, yet carries an undertone that just screams sadness and loneliness.
This reminded me of Silverstein, but smarter... less childish. Nice :)
Mike TOTALLY stole my comment! Oh my GOSH. I was thinking loneliness and Silverstein! Aggravation!
*sigh*
I like this.
Dammit. MSMC. That's what I get for not commenting right away.
I love your writing all the time, Francis - I especially love the first stanza. It immediately hooked me into the poem...maybe because every Friday I think something along those lines. I...wow, I like this poem.
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