Sunday Morning

It's Sunday morning and
the girls are already up.
Mama's cooking breakfast,
bacon and eggs and
the boys can smell it
in their dreams.
Papa draws the curtain
the let the shine leak in.
and the boys join us
for breakfast.
the fab four sing about
a hard day's night
as the girls dress the dogs
in funny little outfits.
The boys are helping Papa
fix the car, and the girls
try to fit the dogs
in their funny little outfits
into funny little skits.
Papa washes the oil from his hands
and asks Mama to dance.
They boogie to a
lonely hearts club band, while
the boys and girls watch.
dinner time! and everyone can't wait
especially Papa
for Mama's cooking; it
reminds him of way back when,
sitting down to say grace, lord,
thank you for our food,
amen.
after dinner it's a movie
the dark knight or
double oh seven.
what's this? oh, watch the movie!
and it's time
to sleep.
have a good night, sleep tight,
let's wake up tomorrow
and do it again.
I love you.

January 17, 2003
In Loving Memory of Alberto Malic