Sunday Morning Poem by Sarah Everson
Sunday Morning
Awake I rush to burn the toast
quick, jam and honey, soft-boiled eggs,
meanwhile the oven cooks the roast
he loves the taste of mutton legs.
Breakfast in bed, I say dear Dan
is wonderful, a touch of bliss
I'll gladly pamper my good man,
awake, the promise of his kiss.
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4/26/2024 4:24:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sarah, Sunday morning - nice to stir in your happy cookery of words... Dan obviously back from the pipeline... enjoy, aroha, Deana xx