Five o’ clock was my time,
Almost every Wednesday night.
I always regret doing the job;
The boys put up such a fight.

I was in charge of feeding,
Playing and much more.
And seeing them close their heavy eyes
Is something one could adore.

Seventh grade ended,
And I’ve been waiting home still,
But lately I have realized,
One brother might be ill.

Their parents were concerned--
Noticing life isn’t treating him well.
Out my window I look
And ponder at their personal cell.

The pitch black sky
Invites them to drive away.
Away to a frightening place
And in that place he’ll stay.

I’ll sometimes see him return,
They’ll all smile and wave at me.
I never thought at this point in my life
How remorseful I’d ever be.

I learned a valuable lesson--
One I shall not forget.
Spending time with loved ones
Is the most treasured gift yet.