Sunday
Silence and peace not a word can be heard.
Upon the couch I lounge with not a single concern.
Newspaper in hand, coffee cup at my side I relish
with such delight.
Dawn soon will rise and peace soon be gone with
the bussel of children so full of charm.
Again I will wait for the next Sunday morn to rest
and relax, asleep they will be bringing me peace,
I longingly need.
Yes my family means the world to me but each
of us needs a little something for me.
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