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Writer's picture: Theresa BaxterTheresa Baxter


A day to pause, I need, if one day

Shall be when dawn does break on Sunday

It matters not if calm or dreary

If worn out I will still wake clearly

With sense of purpose, but to be prone

Exist in aimlessness alone

The curtains do not need be flung

I needn’t exercise my tongue

In fact I do not dare to move

Lay ever still in bod-warmed groove

Gently pull up to my chin

The coverlet, and settle in

Drown out the noise of restless house

And hope that no one seeks to rouse

Allow me rest and restoration

Imperative re-calibration

So I have energy to face

And tackle tasks at lively pace

The other days that make the week

Will find me working at my peak

I do not think it sacrosanct

But give me peace this day I’ll thank

Those who have deemed this day of rest

And bask in what this day does best… 

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