There are so few weekend in our lives, I promise to make them count.

J Meckes By J Meckes, 21st Mar 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Realizing your weekend has come and gone without doing all the things you planned with each other. . .bummer!

Weekend Promise

Awakened to music from my radio alarm
I turn to hold you so soft and warm.
My arms around your waist so tight
you sigh a whimper, to God’s morning light.

The weekend is gone, the weekend we planned.
A trip to the beach, we’d come back suntanned.
The ride on our bikes, the walk in the meadow
a foolish race to the end of a rainbow.

How did we lose, the time that was ours?
What fun was not added to our memoirs.
There were chores to do and errands to run
and we did everything but have some fun.

Now each of us promises, as we throw off the cover
next weekend we’ll plan more time with each other.
The weekend’s gone, the time has now past
and Monday’s regrets are like clouds overcast.

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Promises, Time Together, Weekend

Meet the author

author avatar J Meckes
I've always loved poetry, not all poetry, but the stuff that makes you laugh or cry. I've been writing poetry for family and friends since college but have resisted pushing my poetic style to a public medium.

I guess I'm a senior citizen since AAR...(more)

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author avatar Songbird B
21st Mar 2011 (#)

Oh how true this is! The weekend comes and goes in the blink of an eye....Great work, Joe, and eloquently put...great share as always...

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