Sunday Mornings

Sunday morning

Wake-up honey

I lie lazily in cosy hazy smug bed

Light sunshine peeks through

Not to eye me

Warm toast beside me

With creamy butter smeared

Pop of mixed fruit to add colour

Warm cup of tea to sip

Reality

Wake-up honey

Thought s crowd me

Tea for shiver ing in-laws

To balance sugar level

Steamed puttu kadala for family

List of to do's

Dreams are gone, reality strikes in