Sunday Morning
It's not often lately
that I've found myself at home
on a Sunday morning
in a house that is my own!
Lately I've been up and down
and camping here and there
living from a messy bag
with stuff flung everywhere!
All the meals I've eaten
on tables - large and small-
have filled my hours with tasty words
that leave my mind on call!
Thoughts and flashing faces
appear and shout my name
on this Sunday morning
and call me back again!
Joy Weare,
2nd August, 2009.
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