Friday Night

Friday Night

He walks down the hall,

still chilled from the biting wind outside,

black briefcase heavy in his hand.

He stops by a door which stands ajar,

letting the warm lamplight fall

across the floor.

He pauses, a tall black shadow, in the doorway.

The girl – when did she get so tall? –

looks up from the book she is reading.


"Hey Dad."

An exchange of smiles,

eye-sparkles behind glasses.

As he goes to his room to change

out of his business suit,

a silent I love you lingers behind.