Sunday Afternoon Poem by Tea Kawana

Sunday Afternoon



As I watch my sisters’ sleep,
I look at them closely
They sleep carefree.
Being a hot Sunday,
they’ve taken a nap
with the windows wide open
to welcome the breeze.
They’ve closed their eyes willingly
And they’re lost in dreams.
They turn slowly as they
change positions to make themselves
comfortable.
In whichever position, they are
comfortable.
I fancy them.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chanda Nsofu 04 January 2012

Good relaxing sleep.

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