Sunday best!

rosiedm

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.

 

 

  • Author: R.cdmoore (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2021 15:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: When i was a child I remember Sunday's being rushed to car to drive the 4 miles to chaple with my parents and siblings The smell of strong incense and candles kneeling on hard wood and sitting still .A nip on the leg for talking and the priest giving me a disc on my tongue that stuck to the roof of my mouth.A stop at shop for newspaper and a block of ice cream My mother's roast beef and cabbage of which is push to edge of my plate hoping it would fall off
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 58
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.