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
Copyright © Maile Clemons | Year Posted 2026
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