A beautiful rising of a Sunday morn
Memories, they are to be of today’s ~ just born
Only be it history & nothing more for there to scorn

I had, once, embodied all that of ill discontentment
Felt very soulless; then, a rush of complete wholeness
No resentments, for, all turned glorious contentment-s

He came in those beautiful rays; sharing the early day
He came in melodies of those morning songs sung
He came to let me know I could, forever, carry on

That feeling, he’d give to me; as I smile
Memoirs solely mine; cherish & belong
I knew he was at my side; all along

{As he’d say}

A Day”

He never did go that far away
Kept his word in each & every way
Visiting me on each beautiful Sunday