Sunday Poem by katie
Sunday
sunday was our day
no one else but us
in a house we would stay
watch the telley
or sit and talk all day
a day where both of us were free
we'd sing and play
untill you went into the army
now sunday is a day of prayer
so that you may return
and once again our day will be without care
so soldier come back, quick as you can
for my days are dull without your flair
i am but a person in dispair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:28:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
amazing i love this one