On the weekend,
in the sunny backyard,
I took some photos,
portraits,
of my children.
I have hung them on the wall,
in a row,
staring out at me from the past,
happy faces,
and they make me smile.
They chose the photos,
laughing at them,
asking me to print them,
asking me to frame them,
asking me to put them,
on the wall.
The weekend is over,
they aren’t with me now,
I feel soulless,
alone,
isolated,
and I wish it was the weekend again.
Soon, we will be sitting,
in the lounge room,
playing games,
looking at the portraits,
and I am whole again.
Peter Holland 13/4/2010
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