Sunday best!

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.



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