I Remember Sundays

I remember Sundays back in my hometown-
usually wake up about 9, 10--sometimes by Alf.
Dad would make coffee, I'd have a little to eat.
Usually he'd be playing a CD, or maybe Mam's--
        Sunday was the one day where we had to tolerate her music choice.
Then maybe I'd fit in a game or two with Alf, before
heading into town. Dad and I would walk down by the river sometimes,
and visit the market - rarely to buy. Maybe pop into bakery, get light lunch.
Then head home for the afternoon, where Mam would cook up
a big lunch, and we'd all have to help with the drying up.
In the evening, make tea and sit by reruns of Late Night
        (which would now be The Tonight Show), and head to
bed little while later.
Sundays. Sundays.