Sundays at Five

Sundays at five stealing everything that's mine
Taking away my joy and all that makes me shine
You start showing your face at about quarter to four
I've tried pushing you away and begging for a lil more

Sundays at five you come like a thief in the night
Taking what's not yours without staying for a fight
You're just a time, but to me you rule the world
Tossing my life around, seeing how far it can be hurled

Sundays at five, I don't look forward to your arrival
You're not my friend, but instead my biggest rival
You're like the speed of light, always coming too fast
You just come to my doorstep without even being asked

Sundays at five you are my least favorite hour
Stealing everything that's sweet and leaving me sour
You don't do it to others but to me you have control
Demanding my lil girl from me, tearing out my soul

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I was inspired to write this poem because I have shared custody of my nine-year-old daughter. This poem is about giving back my daughter after having her for a weekend. It seems like the time is never long enough and I treasure every moment I have with her. Writing poetry allows me to find an outlet for my emotions. I hope that I can somehow help others through my writing. If others are going through similar circumstances, I hope this poem helps them with their feelings.