Three o'clock on Friday at the grocery store alone
Four, at my apartment, now my father light is on
She drops off a suitcase full of weekend cloths
and all the toys that will fit into a duffel bag
some story books
and the "I love Daddy" faces of two little kids
I thought my father light would be turned on and always burning bright
Shining every day
So I don't get to play the part like I thought I might
Well that's alright
I will be okay
I'll be okay
We watch cartoons from the sofa on a lazy afternoon
I breathe my fill of laughter and now I'm in heaven's room
I can't help counting down the hours
Two days go by so fast
Sunday, back to mommy's
Now they notice that daddy's quite at four o'clock every Sunday afternoon
I thought my father light would be turned on and always burning bright
Shining every day
So I don't get to play the part like I thought I might
Well that's alright
I will be okay
I'll be okay
I drive twenty minutes back to my apartment where the next twelve days commence
I turn off my father light and I get rid of the evidence
I find Fruit Loops smiling up at me from the kitchen floor
I cover up Crayola pictures on the refrigerator door
And I swear I saw them run behind me in the reflection of the Big Bird spoon
I stare straight ahead each time I walk by the bunk bed room
I thought my father light would be turned on and always burning bright
Shining every day
So I don't get to play the part like I thought I might
Well that's alright
I will be okay
I'll be okay
© 1998 Jerome Mayne
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