Poetry by

 Mary Missildine

Country: USA


Remember Sunday

Sunday
was a good day
it was on the day
I fell in love with you

it was a good day
and I remember
I thought I'd never have
the chance again so soon

it was Sunday
it was a good day
didn't see how I'd get past
what I'd been through

but on that Sunday afternoon
you came and stole away my blues
I will always think of you
and the way you put that smile back on my face
on that Sunday

that Sunday was a good day
I remember
we held each other
and danced under the moon

it was Sunday
I remember
the day you died
it tore me all apart

not on Sunday
it was our day

we always set aside Sunday for ourselves

Sunday was a new day
He sent me some way to remember you
I named her Sunday
she will remember
we will remember
Sunday

 

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