Sunday at Grandma and Papa’s or maybe Auntie’s

As a child
Do you remember one Sunday morning
Waking up in a home, not your own but
Grandma and Papa’s or,
Maybe Auntie’s.

To mumbling familiar voices from
another room where the grown-ups
Sit around a big wooden table
Drinking their coffee or,
Maybe tea.

Probably discussing matters
You don’t yet comprehend,
A crossword puzzle, family gossip or,
Maybe politics.

It doesn’t matter much because
Amongst all their chatter
Someone’s in the kitchen
Making pancakes or,
Maybe French toast.
Just for you.

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