SUNDAY

I sit on the grass

On a pleasant Sunday evening

Just like we always did

It was my most favourite thing

We would lie down on the grass

We would draw out all the clouds

“Oh that looks like an elephant!”

I would squeal out loud

You would tell me how

The sky is the best canvass on earth

And we would make up stories

Of fairies and horses and birds

I wrote all those down daddy

To give you a surprise

Mom walked in all teary

She hugged me oh so tight

I asked her, “where’s daddy”

But all she did was cry

As I sit here every Sunday

The wet grass tickling my neck

I know you are with me daddy

On that cloud shaped like a deck

Now I don’t see all those animals

We used to see before

I know you drawing those clouds

To surprise me more and more

I read to you my stories

Till the sky turns black from blue

Mommy always looks worried

I wish she could see you too

I look forward to Sundays

As every week begins

To tell you another story

I know you love to listen

No matter what I do

I go far away somewhere

I will know it is a Sunday

When I see the cloudy deck up there.