The Sunday Pages
these were the newsprint
my grandparents would read
slow afternoons
in the sunroom
The first frost
sealed the sunroom
up for the long
slow winter
while chickadees and bluejays
sucked suet
strung
for the season
We nestled in
the warmth
of the parlor
laying on
thick
moss
pile
piles
of funny
pages
and
unabridged
Sears Catalogs
to play pick
from
Sundays
were for quiet
mornings
small breakfasts
SRS
and that sticky
dread
our visit
was soon to end
I still see
Gram and Gramps
waving goodbye
from the sunroom
as we pulled
away
Sundays
are for quiet
peaceful
mornings
tea
Bach
and
Pages
and the love
as they waived
"see you later"
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