I see them twice a month
Or every other weekend if you will
Counting the days
Until their faces shine in front of me
Like the morning sun
I cant imagine what it must be like
Knowing goodbye means two weeks
To a child as I recall that’s eternity
How do they do it?
Two homes, two moms, two dads…two lives
I remember as a child the pure excitement and
Delectation seeing my father pull into the drive
"Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home"…
That was Nightly.