Saturday Mornings #11

The generation of this work is derived randomly from the characters in the poem, 'Saturday Mornings':
Saturday mornings
It's newspapers and coffee
Toast and jam and tea
We sit on the back porch
And a song constantly plays
In my mind
The words silently forming their shape
On my lips
It is a love song
And while I'm not fully aware of it
It shapes
My sense of completeness