Wishing you a weekend of laughter and light! I hope my poem brings a smile to your face.
My poem:
Friday giggles at day’s final bow,
whispering secrets, with time running slow.
A portal hums bright, a path softly gleams,
the land of weekends calls forth my dreams.
Through cotton-cloud tunnels, my spirit takes flight,
where Saturdays shimmer in marshmallow light.
Lollipop trees sway, their branches so sweet,
each leaf a wish, where laughter and joy meet.
On bubblegum hills, I bounce and I sing,
chasing fireflies, each with a glittering wing.
Jellyfish bounce with a bubbly rebound,
their laughter a jiggle, a magical sound.
By the lemonade sea, a sandcastle gleams,
its windows of sugar, spun from sweet dreams.
Seaweed tickles, a whispering breeze,
and starfish whisper of stories and ease.
But just as the rainbow sun starts its descent,
a mischievous change dances under the tent.
Sundays peek forth, their whispers so bright,
and Saturdays sigh, fading into the night.
With a wink and a grin, the days flip and turn,
the surprise of the twist makes the star-lanterns burn!
The land of weekends is forever in sway,
where magic renews with each dawning day.
The heart of a child
Люся Кава – Родина (Family)
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This is a smiling poem by virtue of its content and the reaction it endgenders. I’m glad you lift up the weekend. Some folk might think the weekend not’s important, but it is. In many countries, the weekend is an invention of the nineteenth century and goes along with laws against child labor and laws in favor of safer operational standards for those who continued working. Besides, we need weekends. We need the sweetness, as you describe, and the play.