Sunday Morning Poem by Jim Milks

Oh dear Sunday morning
you came upon me without any warning

The incessant ring of the bell
Forcing me to dispel my dreamless slumber
As I lumber to the phone the
message comes without comprehension
I have lost all retention

Sunday Morning’s recreation
Has been placed on suspension
For a matter requires attention

This Day will be a celebration
Of a Father’s Ascension

Oh Dear lazy Sunday oh day of rest
To you I make but one simple request
Keep my father in your peaceful arms
Keep him safe and far from all harm

8/29/07