Happy Sundays
Another beautiful Sunday has come,
woken up gently with a kiss from my mum.
Downstairs in the kitchen dad's coffee brews,
aunt Barbara sitting reading the news.
My shirt and tie hang on the door,
polished new shoes they sit on the floor.
"It's time to get ready I don't want to be late",
mum doesn't like it when we make her wait.
I take a book so I won't be bored,
while everyone sits and sings to the lord.
After the service when it's time to eat,
Father John takes mum for a special treat.
She must pray well because she always wins,
private time with him to clense her sins.