Sunday Eight

autumn visited
for a few wind-chilly hours
today summer’s here.

a ride across town
with a strong daughter attached
is like a new day.

three banjos, a drum
and voices singing kids’ songs
make Sunday perfect.

bike jerseys aren’t cheap,
so it’s a good thing I’m small
and fit a child’s size.

your question is lost
but we can find an answer
if we look deeper.

these boys like their meat
as much as Isabella
ate super porridge.

Riona’s face grins
in my palm like an angel
wrapped up with love.

no one can mess with
Mythili, who already
knows all the books’ words.