Sunday promises

No matter how awful the week

by Sunday with the sun shining in

I used to think my marriage would last

Sunday's used to remind me of church which wasn't

always so fond a memory with Dad yelling we will

be late

and tired Mother trailing us behind

but I've managed to forget that Sunday

memory in lieu of another one

the Sunday's we would get up early and

go to the beach, stopping to get coffee

in the early morning heat

or Sunday's spent jogging on the warm pavement

these summery dawns with their convincing breezes

happy Sunday's with Daisy, jogging along beside me

her faithful eyes attentive to my steps

now where did those Sunday's go?

Reviews

[Danielle Asher]

another great piece. Sunday's.... I am sure a lot of readers could relate to this piece. I know i can. Sitting in the living room with my dad having breakfast. He would watch the country channel and I would watch the birds in the window. I love the way you lay out your different memories. It feels like you are strolling through your life, almost like I am looking in your windows.