It is the weekend
The children are home with me
My writing has ceased.
The food bowl is empty
The cat food sits in the bag
The cats protest loudly
Sunday is coming
A Sunday without football
The autumn takes flight
The third draft is done
The Mushroom Man is printed
The proofreaders read
The boy has fever
He said he’s too old to nap
He snores in his bed
The race will be soon
The Pinewood Derby looms near
The car must be done
My parents are here
More repairs are getting done
It works out that way
The wife is at work
It is her weekend to toil
I hope she’s home soon.
Morning will be me
With Rowan and Sheridan
My hands will be full
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