Be safe.

Alas, it is Friday! What would you like to do most?
Do you remember waking up to momma’s care? She made bacon and toast.

Do you remember getting dressed and jetting off to school?
Remember Friday’s were casual-dress-days at work? You felt cool.

Fridays dubbed as good reason to cash your paycheck and hang with fools.
Remember all the catcalling, the girls, the speed boating… the drool?

Friday used to be a mischievous tool. What is it today?
No pizza and coke or friends to “hooray?”

At the end of the week, adults and children alike
looked forward to going out and doing things that they like.

But that won’t be our story tonight – there’s too much mass-killing.
I pray the weather invokes an in-house get together; good ol’ seasonal chilling.

I mean really, that’s how I’m feeling.
Me, you, a few others and wine sounds appealing.

Or we can go to church and do some kneeling.
Then again, we can pray at the crib and forgo the healing.

I’m still on a high
from all of the civic unity that is nigh.

Thank you again for showing that you care.
We’re on a road to peace; I believe we’ll get there.

If all is fair in war let it be double for love,
I’m Qui
and it’s Friday baby. I’m giving LIFE a hug.

Bring it in.