Sunday, January 22, 2012

sunday morn

Woke up from bed
With a bubbling heart
'Today is Sunday! dad!'
My baby girl gushed;
And I knew then and there
We got all the time to spare-
To go about the way we would like
For today, the clock never strike
For us to be on certain task...
We today would just bask
Under the yellow sun-
And get our lovely tan;
 Thought we would go for a ride
Or we would watch the noon-tide
Sitting by our river wide
Or would take to the park our stride!
Thought of so many other plans
Should we go out for a merry dance?
 But I just took my girl's shoulder
And lifted up to hold her...
To help her see the big vast world
As drenched by the Sun-rays gold!







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