The weekend,

A time,
I relax from,
The waves of a disturbed sea
Which cools down in weekend,
Hoping to be stirred again,
On Monday,
And following days.

An hour,
I want to sit with my children,
And let them talk about their lives,
And their experiences
For i don't want to unknown man to them,
And i would indeed spare time
For any of them,
Even it is not on weekends
When l would like to spend,
Preparing dishes with my wife,
And show;
She is forever loved.

An metre,
Which i would like sit with my thoughts,
And plan for better days,
For all i want;
Is for the best of my family.

A period,
Especially on Sunday afternoons,
Which;
I would like
Not to be disturbed
And;
my soul has no other choice,
And find joy.

The weekend,
had always beena period,
When i ponder on my decisions
And wonder how they would affect my family.