Sunday Sunshine

Sunday Sunshine I smile, The sun has graced us with her presence So I will sit in her warm embrace Be grateful for the luxury Of time to simply be; To run my hands through rosemary, And read those books left unread for years, Saved for rainy days, And Sundays. I pull up a chair for you, (One of the four you bought for us, When I sold the trampoline, With a matching table And seat pads for comfort). But you prefer to be indoors, In the shade, To cook and contemplate the ways of the world. You say your life has seven Sundays. We are different in that way. A Wensley 6.04.2025