Weekend Dad Poem by jon terry

You spot me in the Distance
Start jumping on the spot
For me the view is torture
As I'm waiting for the clock

The seconds take forever
The hands they seem to stop
One thousand thoughts of your smile
Between the tick and the tock

But then I see you running
And I know that it is time
My heart lifts with your laughter
As we hear the hours chime

Can I stay with you forever
With hope across your face
I don't want to live with Mummy
I don't like this place

You tell me all of the things
That make you feel sad
Please don't take me back on Sunday
I don't want a weekend Dad