Parents
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