Sunday Morn Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

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….

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