The Unfairness Of Angels
matthew Bartram
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Sunday Roast
Amazing what we take for granted
Is what we miss the most
And now that we have parted
I miss your Sunday Roast

I miss the way, every Sunday
We were all around the table
The time for the whole family
To discuss a little fable

The way you cooked that chicken
And the golden roast potatoes
This is what I am missing
And in my heart it shows

So many thankyous I wish I'd said
Amongst the gravey and ginger beer
The way the vegetables were spread
And sound of friendly cheer

I used to come back muddy
From playing football with my mate
But 6pm every Sunday
I had the best dinner on my plate

And now you're gone
On Sunday I have beans on toast
And although the odd one comes along
I miss your Sunday roast.








~~ My mum did the best ever Sunday Roast, sometimes makes me sad thinking i'll never taste that again .. but then again it makes me happy thinking of the amount fun we had as a family around the table having Sunday roast ~~
























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