Sunday

Of all the days back then

Sundays were always kind

Everything seemed calm

No bad memories come to mind

.

Singing cheerful songs

About stories of hope and love

The past week’s troubles a memory

From which to rise above

.

The neighbors were also quiet

No disagreements heard

An unspoken agreement

For a day sans harsh words

.

From sun up til’ sun down

Idyllic through and through

Sunday’s peace, quite holy

Reminds me of you

©️ Larisa McBean

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