Sunday

There's more to a Sunday than

Staring at the wife's face

How would a man know if

He is working on sabbath too

The rising sun is worth looking at

Through the canopy of trees

Where the birds greet its return

With a fanfare worthy of a king

Were you not there when the baby

Took its first steps towards you

Called you dada for the first time

Kept you awake with his stories

Spoken in the first language of man

There are chores to be done that

The hands doing them all alone

Six days a week should be free of

Let time not show its face for a day

When we have a face-to-face at home.