Friday Evening

It’s Friday at last,
The week has flown past,
In a flurry of meetings,
And deadlines,
And tasks.
Now it’s time to relax,
Take our shoes off, kick back,
Let the weekend,
Make up
For what most weekdays lack.
Now it’s time to be us,
Not a face on a bus,
But a person with hobbies,
And loved ones,
We trust.
And we feel less alone,
Snuggled safe in our home,
With a drink in our hand,
No demands
On the Phone.
Just the gentle embrace,
Of a far slower pace,
As we try to remember,
That our life’s not
A race.
Friday Evening  - a poem by Pooky

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12 Responses to Friday Evening

  1. Hi Pooky, life can very much seem like a race and sometimes there is more than one that you are running in. Taking the weekend to concentrate on the important things in your life, to regroup and chill out, what more would you want. Love reading your poems.

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    • PookyH says:

      Thank you! It’s been a crazy week for me so I felt that Friday feeling more than usual. I love my work and I love my weekends so I look forward to both equally but they balance each other very well… x

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  2. Pooky, another wonderful reflection on life. I no longer have weekends as such because my life has become more limited, but I still remember that wonderful Friday feeling. After a week of struggling, juggling, prioritising because there seemed to be not enough hours in a day, it was wonderful to shut the door on the world and just focus on family.
    Friday eveing in our home was a jointly prepared meal and a sharing of things we’d been to busy to discuss through the week. Then lolling around being silly and having fun.
    You’ve captured the Friday feeling perfectly. xx

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    • PookyH says:

      Your friday evenings of old sound just perfect Tricia!

      I love my work and it’s been an exciting week but still, nothing beats that Friday feeling of winding down and looking forward to family fun.

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  3. Robin Lacey says:

    Friday evening was always special in my childhood. It was the start of the Sabbath and we had special treats and lit candles, sang songs and listened to dad reading Bible stories. Seems ages ago. Now I am retired so weekends merge seamlessly into weekdays. Friday still has that “magic” however! Enjoyed the poem!

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    • PookyH says:

      Your friday evenings sound wonderful!

      They used to be ‘film night’ in my house growing up. We’d all sit together and watch a VHS of some film or other and sometimes we’d make popcorn too.

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  4. wbdeejay says:

    Love the “gentle embrace of a far slower pace”. Often my weekends seem as busy as the rest of the time with so much to do!

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    • PookyH says:

      that was my favourite part too. Great minds.

      my weekends are manic too to be fair – life with two small children is harder work in many ways than work but it’s also a lot of fun..

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  5. Ah, that Friday feeling, captured so well by you Pooky. The change from weekday to weekend is much less discernable for me these days now offspring have upped and sprung off! But I still feel it because Monday to Friday I need to be up for my lovely dog walker, Gill to give Jack his two hour romp and playtime with his friends. On Saturday I can relax and get up later becausecajohn takes over and runs him on the local moor. 😊 How life changes 😊 xx

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