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Tue, 07/03/2018 - 21:54 -- Alina V

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

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