Church Time of Day
was told this week, "we will invite you to write about the time of day you like best, and why."
. . .
Sunday MorningSomething about Sunday Morning
No other do I remember
They started out with staying home
Mother wouldn't take us to church
Seems she feared talking other moms
"She brings the kids with dad at home"
Then one day came, all was different
"Kids get dressed up. We're goin to church
Dad had been mean to mom, she'd cry
Mothers shouldn't be made to cry
But that different Sunday and on
Dad was nice, we all went to church
I said this a bit nice of Dad
He still boxed my ears, no reason
Thinking grandpa must have boxed his
. . .
- I am linked with "Friday Writings #211" with Rosemary with a poem optional of her suggestion at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1
Note: a Favorite song of mine is "Sunday Morning Coming Down", a CW with line "Put on my cleanest dirty shirt."
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posted by Jim @ 1/25/2026 05:28:00 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
A lovely family reminiscence. (Also I do love the song Sunday Morning Coming Down – though why I do is a mystery as its content is much outside my experience.)
This is so nice... the imagery is vivid. For me it ended with the realisation that life is little sad-little happy. Human story thrives when the father to son traditions continue; again little good-little bad.
Walking to church one city block away on Sunday morning is a vivid memory to me..and walking back to Mom's Sunday chicken "dinner" which is what we called the noon meal, was even better. Nice poem.
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