Getting to Fridays

February 21, 2011


Kids not home this weekend.

My own.

And others.

Who turn up.

Every Friday.

With 5 bags of laundry.

And an appetite.

To fill a pot.

Of chicken soup and noodles.

Knowing they’re fine.

But wanting.

Anyway.

To feel them solid.

As Sabbath arrives.

And though a quiet weekend.

Arrives like a gift.

An empty laundry basket.

Is smaller consolation.

Than I thought it would be.

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