It was one of those Sundays when everything you do
seems to be lovely.
I woke up,
went to an uplifting church meeting,
talked to friend,
and came home.
Since I finished my homework yesterday,
today was truly a day of rest.
I watched my mom work in the kitchen
and imagined my life ten years from now.
I set the table,
and did the dishes,
and swept the floor without being asked.
I wanted to sweep the floor.
I ate dinner with my eternal family;
spaghetti and meatballs
and my angel mother's homemade French bread.
I went outside and sat on the porch,
and then migrated to the grass.
I brought a book
and a crunchy apple.
The sun settled over me like a quilt knitted by the breeze.
I fell asleep to the sounds of children laughing
and bird descants.
I went on a walk
with a best friend
and talked about summer.
We made plans.
We laughed about boys.
The wind teased us,
tugging at our hair.
I came home.
My sweet home.
Family, warmth, and comfort
waited for me there.