My Green Weekends
This monthly pilgrimage I used to love
now seems to come all to soon.
It interrupts our lives.
I have to separate our lives to do his bidding.
My heart breaks each time I leave
even though I know I'll return
when it's over.
I seems that two days
is an eternity when we are apart.
I live one mission at a time,
looking to the homecoming
with a sense of joy.
I look to the future and I know it will
all be over in half a decade.
Now that seems like an
impossible hurdle to overcome.
For now, I take it
one green weekend at a time.
Among all the pomp and circumstance
I am always thinking of you.
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2008
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