Sunday Morning Smiles
Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 7:43 amThe house was quiet,
It was Sunday morning
A time to sleep
A time to dream of
Fields of flowers forever.
The table was set
With dry cereal,
Milk and two bowls,
Plain but elegant.
Oranges, a knife to
Cut them with
A small pot of coffee
With vapor rising
From the spout.
The morning newspaper
Opened to the
Crossword page,
Two people living
Their Sunday morning.
A smile,
Always a beautiful smile
There is something
About sunday morning
That always draws a special smile.
It was Sunday morning
A time to sleep
A time to dream of
Fields of flowers forever.
The table was set
With dry cereal,
Milk and two bowls,
Plain but elegant.
Oranges, a knife to
Cut them with
A small pot of coffee
With vapor rising
From the spout.
The morning newspaper
Opened to the
Crossword page,
Two people living
Their Sunday morning.
A smile,
Always a beautiful smile
There is something
About sunday morning
That always draws a special smile.