Sunday Night Sonnet Poem by Doug Gunderson

Here it is, eight P.M. on a Sunday night
This hectic weekend’s slowly winding down.
I reach for the switch to turn out the light
As you change into you comfy night gown.
We both settle in on the old soft couch
You purr as you slide in to my embrace.
I feel my whole body begin to slouch
And then I see that smile on your face.
Our friends are great, and they are lots of fun
And my kids are nice to see for a while;
What makes me one lucky son of a gun
Is feeling you close, and seeing that smile
The weekend’s over, just one thing to do:
Sit back and relax, and snuggle with you.