Monday to Sunday
On a Monday my time is depicted,
the hours are carefully filled,
the day is spent usually working,
and my nights are eventually killed
On Tuesday my thoughts still of working,
again, it’s a Monday too late
my nights are sometimes more active
but that depends on my emotional state
On Wednesday I anticipate little,
though others see midweek to weekend,
I only see Wednesday as halfway,
with four days still left to descend,
On Thursday, people begin smiling
for the weekend is creeping so near,
but I just stare into oblivion
for what’s a weekend without having you here
On Friday, my work is slowed
to a steady but productive pace,
and my thoughts are geared toward the two days,
I don’t have to fight the rat-race
Now Saturday is here,
and what do I do?
As usual I clean,
and sometimes feel blue,
but there is a cure for these feelings,
on such a beautiful day,
one in particular is laughing my time,
with my friends who can take some disappointments away
Sunday I dread, for there’s little to do,
as I spend the last day of this week without you
so Monday to Sunday repeats and recycles
and this journey alone becomes my challenge, my struggle
I miss you. I cry.
I love you so much,
come home to me baby,
I need your sweet touch.
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem about Missing Someone…Well, I pulled this one out of the dust-bin: Wrote this in the early 80’s, and can see I wasn’t a happy camper at that time. It does seem like an appropriate poem for those who are struggling to get through their week without the person they love. What comes to mind are the spouses of those serving in the Military. I hope they don’t have weeks like this though. If this fits your life right now, I do hope you are able to find some joy eventhough the one you love is away.
Tags: missing someone poem, poem about the rat race
