
Sunday 22nd March
The sun streams in
A dreamy hue
A sleepy Sunday
Fresh and new
No urgent tasks
No hurried pace
Just lazy lounging
Time and space
A soft blanket
A gentle hold
A story read
Both new and old
The coffee steams
A fragrant haze
Through sleepy eyes
A sunlit daze
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx




























































