Just Fine

Another Sunday morn

Another time to yawn

My favorite time of week

To take the time to speak

And find the time to rhyme

The coffee's only dregs in cups

The empty pot is clean

I simply dream of buttercups

In peeks of Springs that's been

The sun is bright

We slept the night 

She's dressing now and clean

The steak and eggs 

Refried mash and beans

with onions and garlic

And crunchy bits of fat

are settling as I contemplate another 

chocolate high

As you can see I gave up rhyme

again but I'll get by.

Reviews

[Gandré]

that is a poem to remember a day. Great chronicle for your grandchildren, I hope you have some?