There’s family breakfast at my house
On each and every morn
My son and I, we join my spouse
Plus one who’s yet unborn
He knows my time is his to take
Our time together dear
But after pancakes that I make
My work will interfere
He asks to play, I say “Not yet
I can’t commit right now”
His face reflects a deep regret
“Tomorrow though,” I vow
It’s movie night for us today
Our boy can hardly wait
My wife’s upset I called to say
“I won’t be home ‘til late”
I never mean to let them down
My guilt I can’t deny
The next day as they went to town
I waved to them, goodbye
Despite a schedule all my own
I still go in to work
They both depart, now I’m alone
A darkness seems to lurk
My next-door neighbor sensed a need
He said, “Before you go
Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed
Just felt you need to know”
I drive to work but start to weep
A gloom came over fast
I heard a crash, then went to sleep
This day would be my last
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Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Comments (1)
It’s a blessing to see your family everyday. Not everyone have that luxury. I feel you still in this poem .