My sweet childhood memories store
the precious events that went before
they give my days of existence proof
store moments under my parents roof
if memory might speak so you could hear
and bring forth back to life my yester year
it would tell of lunches in my Sundays past
the lamb with gravy, and laughter to last
a happy family that gathered every week
of all the weekdays our Sunday was peak
I looked forward to my Sundays ice cream
I look backward now to a Sundays dream.
A.G. Munson
