There is something wonderful about waking up
To rain on a Sunday and a hot coffee cup.
With no plans to leave the house today
Cosy and warm, inside we can stay.
A morning of slowness, crafts and giggles
Playdoh at the table, toes that are tickled.
Sofa snuggles with blankets, a film and tea
A roast dinner lunch and a happy full tummy.
I do love Sundays like this, calm and cosy
It all feels good again, life is rosy.
Which makes a change of the Sundays of late
Where tears fell and shared words of hate.
I had started to feel like this day was cursed
My favourite day spent feeling my worst.
But maybe just maybe things are starting to turn
To the life I have longed for, the calm that I yearn.
