ONLY WHAT A SUNDAY AFTERNOON CAN GIVE

Our chance to see

the coming of our day

is lost-in the memories of yesterdays.

And those times

that we should have had,

are as that warm spring wind or

an old familiar song

that gently caresses one's mind back-to

those times when a spring drive or lovers' walk in hand

was but a true moment of sweetness and peace;

wrapped ever so carefully in a day

that gives one a smile and that warm tingling remembrance

as if this day was one of those lazy slow sunny sunday afternoons

when all was right and at peace; and I was with you.

By:  B. W. Evans   3/28/10  9:49 p.m.