Sunday Morn
i watch you while you sleep, baby
you are everything i have wished for,
i've told you countless times
while you're awake
or while you're asleep, baby
i know i said it
countless times
until you get tired of my words
but still there's quality in my oral
no, i don't think you're tired of my words
on the contrary,
they still flatter you
i can see that in your face,
i can see that in the love of your eyes,
i can see that in the movement
as you walk towards me
i still love your covid-19 stories
and more
no, not in time of yore,
but now
every morn when we wake up
i am grateful to the Lord for that
i still love you so much
but you know
that i serve our God first,
and nearest to us
He is above
you know that too,
He is my greatest love….
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
AD. Sunday 0703--2021
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: you,God,love,Him,gratitude,eternity