Sunday Brunch
Alway it was Sunday brunch.
Elegent ladies dressed in their best
with diamond brooches and cameo rings
sparkling with charm,
they'd always bring
Alway it was utterly captive
to watch these fine demure ladies
in silken and splendid attire,
that glistened with the power of fire
Alway yet so modest
they sat at the white linen table.
Each sunday they were seated
speaking with warm hearts,to
all that came in,for them to greet.
Alway many thoughts
in these inspired moments
as they conversed and sipped their tea
knowing once again,it would be time to leave.
Alway there'd be another Sunday
too come to share their hearts
under a clear blue sky,
sipping tea,between each small 'sigh'
Written by Janet Ford
By girlsisy
© 2008 girlsisy
(All rights reserved)
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