Sunday Mornings
We sleep in an extra hour or two,
Catching up on the ones missed over the week.
My bed, my pillow, my blanket, are warm too,
waiting for the right time to awake and peak.
Dad brews coffee and scrambles eggs today,
while the rest of us prepare for the day.
He cooks breakfast like it is child play,
whereas i'm readying to write essays.
Contemporary Chinese music fills
the house will harmonious melodies.
Shades are wide open for the sun's light to spill
inside like Vitamin D remedies.
Sunday mornings should be eternity
because I'm bliss and certainly worthy.
We sleep in an extra hour or two,
Catching up on the ones missed over the week.
My bed, my pillow, my blanket, are warm too,
waiting for the right time to awake and peak.
Dad brews coffee and scrambles eggs today,
while the rest of us prepare for the day.
He cooks breakfast like it is child play,
whereas i'm readying to write essays.
Contemporary Chinese music fills
the house will harmonious melodies.
Shades are wide open for the sun's light to spill
inside like Vitamin D remedies.
Sunday mornings should be eternity
because I'm bliss and certainly worthy.