Sunday Evening

Sunday Evening It is getting dark but in the west the sky is pink The setting sun is beautiful to look at I sit outside the church waiting for someone For whom the mass is important, a father is coming Out with his little daughter, she couldn`t sit still She sees the sky and asks her father why the sky is Like this, he says something, and she giggles It is six o`clock more people are coming out of church A couple of beggars wait by the door And there she is her African face smiles she wears Bright colours as always I start the car, and we drive home in good silence