Sunday Morning
February 28th, 2007 by 
dani
Sunday morning sneaks into my bed
with hurried steps muffled by footy pyjamas.
Two warm bodies still smelling of dreams,
of innocence, burrow under the covers,
each cuddling into the warmth and reassurance
found beneath a protective wing and good-morning kisses.
Eyes still shut against an undecided day,
hearing only our breathing in unison—my favorite moment—
melded together, like before they were born.
Then sleep is chased away. Yawns are replaced by giggles.
Words are whispered and spirits ignite.
It is a morning of blanket tents and tickles.
Posted in Poetry | 
March 1st, 2007 at 10:41 am
I love it. Such a wonderful poem about children and unconditional love.
March 1st, 2007 at 10:57 am
It’s beautiful!
March 1st, 2007 at 1:58 pm
I did not read this as children at all but on the re-read it could be. I thought lovers. This is so beautiful.
March 1st, 2007 at 4:05 pm
I love the line ’smelling of dreams’
March 1st, 2007 at 4:20 pm
Lovely poem! (But what ARE those little icon thingys anyway?)
March 1st, 2007 at 5:19 pm
dani
What a beautiful way to greet the day.
rel
March 1st, 2007 at 5:45 pm
Reading this has really warmed my heart. Such lovely images, thank you.
March 1st, 2007 at 5:57 pm
Delightful! I loved the line: “Eyes still shut against an undecided day,” That’s the time of magic!
March 1st, 2007 at 6:18 pm
Very sweet. It paints a scene that makes me smile.
March 1st, 2007 at 6:26 pm
I loved tents and tickles- I wish I could remember if I did that with my parents- crawling into bed to be with them…
This was just so wonderful…
March 1st, 2007 at 6:32 pm
I was tickled by this poem. Children bring us so much pleasure…
gautami
Parallel Streams
March 1st, 2007 at 9:37 pm
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March 1st, 2007 at 9:57 pm
I love how concrete this poem is… while you never name the subject, it is so clear and easy to envision.
March 1st, 2007 at 11:29 pm
This is a familiar memory for me, a typical Sunday morning. So many great lines. A great poem.
March 2nd, 2007 at 1:12 am
I like this a lot, the clarity. I especially liked your first line–Sunday morning sneaked into my bed. Very nice.
March 2nd, 2007 at 1:23 am
such a pretty, chearful poem about your children climbing into bed with you in the morning. it made me smile
March 2nd, 2007 at 12:26 pm
Oh this is beautiful, warm like the sun and a loving embrace. Brings back welcome memories.
March 3rd, 2007 at 6:09 pm
Wonderful poem! It evokes such happy images in my mind.
March 4th, 2007 at 6:17 pm
I can just see this. What a loving poem. It took me awhile as well.
March 5th, 2007 at 8:36 am
Wonderful! I love the “still smelling of dreams” line.