Holiday Weekends

I guess you know that you are getting old
when the quieter the time, the better,
and it’s not quite as much fun being bold;
you’d rather wake quietly to let her

sleep in for a change. To just be relaxed:
no grumpy before-school lectures to give,
no running out late for things the child lacks,
no last minute change of plans – we can live

as if we are the only two on earth,
if we choose. We do not need to leave town,
because our house has everything we need.

These rare times are precious, and can be worth
even weeks of “I need this” and runaround.
Child gone for the weekend? Fun guaranteed.

28 FEB 2003

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| February 28th, 2003 | Posted in Poems |

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