Access Visit (by Richard Spurling)

Poem 7 of 7 in "Salvaged from Coreys" Volume 2 Issue 3

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ACCESS VISIT

It's Saturday morning
I'm going to see Mum,
I know it's still early,
Where is that sun?
I mustn't wake Dad,
Or maybe I might,
He'll need lots of cuddles,
He'll miss me tonight.

I'm going to see Mum
Where is she, she's late,
I've been up for hours,
Is Daddy awake?
I know it's still dark,
But I don't think he'll mind,
Oh, it looks like he does,
But I can't tell the time.

The sun's up at last,
And Dad's in the shower,
I'm going to see Mum,
How long is an hour?
I've gobbled my breakfast,
And Dad's packed my bag,
I'm getting impatient,
Where is she Dad?

I just heard a car.
It's Mummy, it's Mum,
Quick open the door,
Come on Dad, RUN!
Now, I've got my toys,
And Mum's got my bag,
Let's get to that car,
See you Sunday night Dad.

---(Richard Spurling)--- copyright 1995

Reprinted from the 1995 edition of "On Tap"
(Poetry from Railway Family Hotel, Gawler, South Australia)

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