monday – a love letter…
oh monday, how do I love thee, let me count the ways…
caffeine strong and bountiful
over ice is preferred in the heat and the haze
the heat and humidity turn my hair to frizzle frazzle
making me unable to dazzle
dieting is difficult with the push and pull of ice cream galore
all my belly says is bring me more, more, more…
the phone calls begin bright and early
as Jesus has called home the delicate and the burly
planning liturgy after liturgy takes all my focus
by mid-morning I seek quite in the church
breathing deeply while staring at Our Lady’s vase of fading crocus.
breathing deeply while staring at Our Lady’s vase of fading crocus.
with a calmer spirit I finish the holy chore
three funerals this week and next week maybe more
oh monday, I have survived thee, let me count the ways
with sangria and greek food providing leftovers for days
now on to Tuesday…
HA! You're quite the poet Mary! That Sangria looks delicious!