5:00 o'clock in the afternoon
Used to mean...
Day's end
Kids home from school
Time to start dinner
But since you, 5:00 o'clock
Has a new meaning...
Your footsteps on the stairs
A familiar whistle
And, "Hi Babe, I'm home"
5:00 o'clock is still...
Late afternoon
Hungry kids
And time to start dinner...
But it is no longer
The end of the day
It is the beginning of
A wonderful new life...
With you!
Joy L. Hale
Copyright June 2011
All Rights Reserved
jch
The poem is so sweet, written by a truely sweet girl.Keep writing Honey.
Ida Streeter
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Like the form, like the words, like the poem, Joy.
-gene
Regis
the world turns fresh and loving.
A delight of a poem.
John
How precious this..with so many divorces going on. I hope your love with this new man will stay in both your hearts forever.
Blessings,
~Linda
Anna
It does make a difference coming home to an empty place, as such a place is internal.
"5:00 p.m."
~Lady Joy~
This is a
delight
to read!!!
Lady Vivian
Blessings,
Christine