In the sports canteen
Of the multi functional
Sports centre called
The Willow
I have spent my
Saturday afternoons
From 12 to 2
The last seven months
While my eldest dear
Son is learning the
Art of not drowning
My youngest two (dear equally)
Keep me company
And eat and play
And read with me
From around 1 pm
Onwards
They start asking me how long
We still have to wait
Sometimes they ask
Every five minutes how long
Are they grasping the concept
Of time?
I try my hardest to be
A stable factor to them all
When I see the pain and
Confusion in their eyes
I try my damnest when
I hear them cry
We have the best of times
Too
A lot of the time
My dear three sons
And I
Saturdays 3 November 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007, 02:04 PM
[Poetry]
Saturdays 3 November 2007
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