Chapter (34) I LIKE SUNDAYS

AS WE AGE OUR MEMORIES CAN BE A SOURCE OF COMFORT AND SECURITY.

I LIKE SUNDAYS

It's early morning of a new day dawning

and I lie alone in my bed. 

No no no my wife's not dead,

she left. 

I put my hands behind my head,

and as I stare at the ceiling,

I get this..... 

feeling

that,

I like Sundays.

I don't know why,

I,

like Sundays.

Well, yes I do, it's because,

when I was small the church bells rang

and we all sang, and praised the lord.

But today there is no bell,

no stories of heaven and hell.

No children play

in the streets today, and cry with joy,

but even so,

I... like Sundays.

And 

as I stare without a care,

no smell of bacon wafts up the stair,

no birds are singing, no church bells ringing.

I'm warm in bed and it's ALL in my head,

and I smile,

because,

I still like Sundays. 

Author's Note

ALL COMMENTS GRATEFULLY ACCEPTED.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

You're Sundays sound like those lovely, lazy days of which there are just too few. This one made me smile and plot to sleep in!

[Jamestown]

Very nice peaceful write, really enjoyed this thanks for sharing.

[Marie]

I go to church on Sundays, and we do have a bell, and I sing in the choir. My tiny church is much like the one I attended all those years ago, so...

I guess I like Sundays.

[RomaJ]

I love it. For some reasons, it makes me smile. I found it humorous:)I love the picture too, the man looks satisfied. No wife to nag him lol it must've been a peaceful Sunday.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

WAS A-C-E.