Each Sunday night, my childhood calls
And asks if my homework is done
It wonders if I am prepared for Monday
I used to worry before the week had begun
It is funny how that feeling returns
Even though my schooling days are through
It tries to sabotage the week ahead
Making me fret about commitments and projects due
I have learned to face and diffuse the worry
I take a deep breath and I look around
There are no teachers standing in my office
Disappointed or ready to lay the punishment down
So, come on Sunday-night-homework feeling
I am ready to face the week ahead
I will do my best and take one moment at a time
I will smile at the new day and not face it with dread
Donna Cavanagh -MyVeryOwnFan.com