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.