Rays of sun peek through the curtains
To dance on bedroom walls
Birds twitter outside the window
A Sunday morning calls
Children giggle and jump on beds
Daddy feigns sleep and snores
Mummy stretches hands up high
A Sunday morning calls
The kettle shrills a high pitched tune
As toast floats through the halls
Bacon and eggs spit and sizzle
A Sunday morning calls
Songs of praise and loud rejoicing
And bells ring at St Pauls
Fam’lies gather all together
A Sunday morning calls
Time spent with grandma and grandpa
Kids kicking soccer balls
Ev’ryone happy and at peace
As Sunday morning falls
Words © 2010 K A Little.
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Thanks for refreshing the palette in order that our week start off brightly. ~R~
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So nicely done! Such a sweet image.
I'm jealous!
Patricia: You'll be welcome anytime!
trilogy: I love Sunday mornings and this was how they ususally looked when my kids were little and, for the most part, they still do! But instead of them jumping on my bed nowadays, it's my grandson! (Yep, that's me! Hi!)
Fred: Thank you! I appreciate your kind comment very much.
PW: Thank you! That's exactly what I was hoping to do with this simple poem ... refresh our spirit and appreciate the everyday joys of mother nature, life and family.
Deal with it if you can!!!
dianaani: What a lovely idea! ... But, alas, I'm not gifted at neither cross-stitch nor calligraphy.
fusun: Another lovely idea! I'm flattered you think it worthy, fusun! Thank you.
Thoth: And you're sweet too!