Today I pulled some weeds up from between the paving in front of my father\'s front door
I wore my best clothes now trainers and a jumper over jeans.
Sunday the day for church for rest for a roast dinner
We had tea and I buttered a cherry scone
Threw a crust out to the hens clucking around the back door
I had no interesting stories to say as my 94 year old father sat doing a crossword
Flat words no words lost words empty of all chatter
I looked out the windows there are 3 in the kitchen and a 4th one facing the apple trees
Sunday is to me a space that used to be a drive to early morning mass a newspaper and visitor maybe
Sunday best has become leftover food on a plate pushed to the edge of a broken ledge.