Next Sunday after luncheon

Each Sunday after luncheon

As long as it’s not cold

My parents have their little walk

Although they’re getting old

It’s their routine, they’ve done it

Ever since I was a lad

Each Sunday after luncheon

Just me and Mum and Dad

At three o’clock they like to stop

To have a cup of tea

A sticky bun for Dad and Mum

A sticky bun for me

We’ll sit down by the bandstand

To have our little snack

Then when they’re done, my Dad and Mum

Its time drive them back

I drop them off at four o’clock

And see them safely in

I say goodbye Mum starts to cry

“We will do this again?”

I tell them I will call them

And we’ll have a little talk

Then, next Sunday after luncheon

We’ll all go out for our walk

© John W Fenn 11-04-2009