Until Friday

Until Friday

A Poem by Chloe..Across the Universe

It is only till Friday I say
Count the days
1-2-3-4-5-
His voice like an angel

Don't cry, I say
I will call every day
It hurts to speak
My trembling voice

Ring, ring, ring
Hello, yes, he is ready
Will be there shortly
His smug voice

Daddy's on his way
His eyes look into mine
I see the tears
His sea- blue eyes

His hand in mine
We walk outside
He watches each passing car
His sad boy eyes

There he is , I say
I feel his hand tighten
1-2-3-4-5-
His little boy voice

I love you, I say
I love you too
Five days?
His voice echoes

Five days, I say as they drive away


© 2012 Chloe..Across the Universe



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This is but an echo of the society that we live in today. Sadly enough, not all kids get to see their dads, let alone spend the weekend with them, though. Or their moms, depending on who's gone. Again, nicely done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sad poem. Good write though. :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


this time of year seems to trigger family remembrances...will read the blog..(safe huggs) dear one...Laury

Posted 5 Years Ago


though I'm not sure what this is about it is very good ... and has my interest! and btw, I almost always feel like an alien in a strange land! I believe a lot of artists feel this way. Keep up the good writing!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Hello Chloe, thank you for the comment on my profile.. this is innocent reflection on a difficult subject, parting hurts.. I like the sweet rhythmic lines, it is short yet evocative. and I like to see you writing poems again!

Posted 5 Years Ago


I can relate to this I come from divorced parents and this really does speak to me. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece!

Posted 5 Years Ago


sweet, innocent and earth moving....love it

Posted 5 Years Ago


It must be heartbreaking. Hopefully, though, good will come of it. I used to bounce from one parent to the other.

Posted 5 Years Ago


it comes form the eyes of a child with a broken heart very well done i enjoyed this

Posted 5 Years Ago


seems captured from the eyes of the child..with an absent father and an aching heart..intrigued.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Chloe..Across the Universe
Chloe..Across the Universe

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