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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