Sunday Mornings
I love Sunday mornings
No alarm clock
to startle me from a deep sleep
Just my ever-so-faithful
body clock that acts
like the rooster in my backyard,
crowing at 4:30am each day
Without fail!
I roll over and open one eye
Peek at the tiny opening
between the drawn curtains
Just to check and ask myself,
"Is it morning yet"?
It is, even though
it's still dark outside
I roll over and smile
snuggling into the hollow
in my pillow
I can sleep on
Because it is Sunday
No work
No chores
No morning walk
No school
No quick shower
No frantic search for clothes
Absolutely no hurry
Just me and my bed!
I close the same one eye again
Cuddle my pillow
Feelings of peace wash over me
a contented smile
More time to sleep
I turn over, and joy takes over
Silently I mouth
Yay!!
Sunday mornings are
a cherished delight!
I cherish these times when there is no rush. Yesterday, my 3 year old granddaughter was in bed with me. She woke up at 5:15. I said, "It's not time, yet." She graciously went back to sleep until 6. A cherished delight!
ReplyDeleteI do love to laze in bed! You are lucky she went back to sleep ;-)
DeleteI love the pace of weekend mornings too but rarely sleep in. Instead I get my coffee and return to bed to read or write or sometimes work.Your pome captures such a simple but satisfying joy.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I do the coffee round on some days too :-).
DeleteThe relief and contentment in this slice is palpable! I, too, love Sunday (and Saturday!) mornings for this very reason...but my body clock wakes me up around 7:00-7:30, not 4:30. Thanks for sharing your poem with us!
ReplyDelete4:30 makes many of my friends wonder how I function the rest of the day. Enjoy your Sunday mornings!
ReplyDeleteEven though I love being up and about early, I still relish it when I have the choice. I do get tired of rushing all the time. Weekend mornings are the best!
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