Their Sunday's Poem by Ray Hansell

He waits all week long
Just for Sunday night
Because that’s when his world
Seems so very right

He gets to spend some time
With the woman that he loves
All week long she’s on his mind
She, is all he can think of

They spend their Sunday evenings
Going out to dinner
When he’s by her side
He knows what it’s like to be a winner

The soft beauty of her face
Her happy to see you smile
That she always wears for him
Along with her special style

They know that when dinner is over
There love for each other will be confirmed
Because you see the love they share
Long ago it was affirmed


© 1-29-11/RJH