Quality Time – Poem

Quality time

Today was sunny

I arrived with Daddy

on my blue bike

with training wheels

 

‘We are going to the park’

he had said,

‘get ready’

 

I smiled

so happy,

alone with Daddy

outside where

we could run

freely.

 

I arrived

with Daddy

who did not look at me

but, his telephone,

 

Was he with me?

 

I dared not speak

this thought

too loudly

he might have

scolded me

 

Eventually

Daddy sat

on a bench

and told me

‘Go play without me’

huffily

 

Was it because of me?

 

I went away

I hid

behind the tree

I waited,

he did not call me

 

I waited

one, two minutes

one hour

maybe

Daddy

did not search for me.

 

Suddenly

‘Lennon?

Come quickly!’

 

I ran at him, eagerly

 

‘We’re going home

there’s a call for me

here it’s too noisy’

 

‘But Daddy’

 

Daddy does not listen

he holds my hand

absent-mindedly

 

He pets my hair

silently, glances

over me

 

‘Don’t be sorry,

we’ll come back’

he tells me

 

‘And you will play

with me?’

 

‘Of course

Probably.

You know

it depends,

if there’s more work

asked of me’

Marion Franc

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