Sunday Morning
Poem · by Ayaan · Class 8 · Banyan Tree School, Indore
No alarm and no rush,…
No alarm and no rush,
Just the morning, soft and hush.
Papa makes his famous toast,
Mama sings and reads the post.
I stretch my toes and wiggle free,
The cat jumps up to sit with me.
Sunday mornings, warm and slow,
Are the best ones that I know.
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