Sunday with Dad

A Sunday is so typical
when Dad is around
The morning starts
With a loud TV sound.

One groan from my sister
and another from me
Doesn’t melt his heart
To let us sleep for a minute or three.

Mom tries to catch up
On her wee bit of sleep
For she knows Dad is there
To make a cup of tea.

But once we are all up
It all seems so bright
For that’s the only day
When Dad has all the time.

91 words | 0 minutes
Readability: Grade 4 (9-10 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores

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