Fickle it is, what my mind does on unkempt Sundays at home. It organizes a meeting and invites all my baggage to open and launder, like mum. Every week it’s too early, every month it’s too much. But I do wait for Sundays to disturb me; as I know you’ll be there, if not around otherwise, as much. On #Sundays and #lovepoem replying to YourQuote Baba’s challenge Click on #IshFAQ for more Love musings. #CalmKaziWrites #YQBaba #Poetry #Poem #Love
