Sunday Playing With Sand Poem by Marilyn Jean

So sweet was today
Sand on my table
Work in the pipe
Busy brushes out
Love was everywhere
Soon as I go and lay
To rest my tired head
Within these dreams
Of my best friend
I will meet you

Then it will be Monday
Monday is a pleasure
Coming round here
So, Love, I wish you
To rest and sleep too
I wish I was there
Kissing and hugging you
But this is not yet
Later each sand grain
Will tell all my love

Once pouring out here
And all tears have dried
The tiny old sand grains
Will remember forever
The love that was
And went in our work
On a sunny Sunday
This was not much play
Love to see you well
And smiling again I pray