Next Sunday After Luncheon
Each Sunday after luncheon
As long as it’s not cold
My parents have their little walk
Although they’re getting old
It’s their routine, they’ve done it
Ever since I was a lad
Each Sunday after luncheon
Just me and Mum and Dad
At three o’clock they like to stop
To have a cup of tea
A sticky bun for Dad and Mum
A sticky bun for me
We’ll sit down by the bandstand
To have our little snack
Then when they’re done, my Dad and Mum
Its time drive them back
I drop them off at four o’clock
And see them safely in
I say goodbye Mum starts to cry
“We will do this again?”
I tell them I will call them
And we’ll have a little talk
Then, next Sunday after luncheon
We’ll all go out for our walk
© John W Fenn 11-04-2009
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2009
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