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!


Comments

  1. 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!

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    1. I do love to laze in bed! You are lucky she went back to sleep ;-)

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  2. I 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.

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    1. Thank you. I do the coffee round on some days too :-).

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  3. The 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!

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  4. 4:30 makes many of my friends wonder how I function the rest of the day. Enjoy your Sunday mornings!

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  5. Even 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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