Maile Clemons Poet Rhyme

Sunday Morning

Coffee or tea?
Eggs or French toast?
“I’m not sure honey,
Whatever you want most.”

Strawberries or melon?
A fork or spoon?
“I’m not sure honey,
But I’d like to eat before noon.”

Windows up or curtains drawn?
Go back to bed or start the day?
“I’m not sure love,
You can decide either way.”

Music playing or keep it quiet?
Pajamas or get dressed?
“I’m not sure love,
Whatever you think is best.”

Walk around the garden?
Or sit inside for a while?
“I’m not sure honey,
I just want to see you smile.”

Slow mornings, sleepy eyes
Together curled in a ball
I’m not sure honey,
I think I want it all

Sun shining through the window
Flowers in full bloom
I’m not sure love,
But it’s always with you

No plans, no hurry
No reason to leave
I’m not sure love
But this is enough for me

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Alison A Smith September 27, 2026 at 1:49 AM A tender, warmly conversational poem that captures the ease of a shared Sunday morning. The recurring “I’m not sure” creates a gentle refrain, while the simple rhymes and everyday choices give it an intimate, youthful charm. The closing sentiment—finding enough in simply being together—leaves the piece with a lovely sense of contentment.