Sunday Poem by Joyce Hemsley

The day is passing peacefully
I listen to my music,
Free my mind from poetry
Music's therapeutic!

I look out from my casement
And see the raindrops fall
I think I'll read the Bible
It's Sunday, after all.

Idle thoughts are not for me
I'll rehearse the ten Commandments
Then, catch up with sewing jobs
Stitch buttons on my garments.

I pass the mirror once or twice
and vanity overcomes me...
My hair looks nice, I combed it twice,
After all ~ it's Sunday.