on sunday mornings
that is when i liked being home the most
mom and dad would let us sleep in
and when we woke up
it was homemade blue berry pancakes
and fresh squeezed orange juice
it was big hugs and pajamas
and mom would write our chore list
and dad would play the stones records
and i'd grab for the vacuum
but my brother would grab it faster
and i'd be stuck with the dusting cloth
no matter what though
it was simple and perfect
lazy sundays and sun lit front rooms
laying on the davenport
reading the sunday cartoons
that is what i miss most
when lazy sundays were all i felt.
