Longing for Our Days

I wish we could return to old days,
Weekends spent in meaningful ways.
Time was treasured, gently embraced,
But life feels so serious now, what a fast paced.

I understand the hardship you bear,
Providing for us with constant care.
Even if it steals another day,
That was meant for us in some way.

I know you don’t have a choice,
Work demands its steady voice.
Years in the Admin office taught,
This sacrifice is what life brought.

I long for that month to arrive,
Where Saturdays keep love alive.
A special time, just you and me,
With you, my favorite person, my happy.

But burden grows, is this love’s test?
A sacrifice that steals our rest.
Another day, another taken,
Our quiet hours left forsaken.

Friday comes, oh blessed day,
Yet Saturday is swept away.
Sunday meetings claim their part,
Another absence weighs the heart.

What then should I truly feel?
Longing for time that won’t heal.
With my children, with my boys,
With my man, my greatest joy.

I sometimes forget that I am aware, 
The other side I sometimes bear, 
Unsupportive, might be a nagging wife—
Yet it’s the ache of my shared life.

Today is Friday, thanks be above,
Yet homecoming lacks the warmth of love.
For every kiss, the words I still say:
“See you again on Monday.”

//Longing for our Days

I still choose you everday