It was Sunday morning and the house was full.
We were all united again and in the company of a new friend.
Talks of the future and how to finance it were had.
Remnants of a breakfast of fresh bread and next door’s jam.
Dishes were done and the table was cleared.
Kids shed pajamas for their day time clothes.
The next step is within reach. The horizon is clear.
Now to continue on the journey of getting there.
The guitar played and we basked in the beautiful song.
Of picks and strums, laughter and hums.
With languages dancing and souls swimming freely.
A Sunday morning together in March.