POETRY

Soft

Light returns and with it memories of long ago.

today there is sun soft gentle spring light begging me to close my eyes so that I can absorb the silence of the day

listen

gentle breeze pushes my eyelids thrumming red lashes lightly dancing

I hear chores calling but I cannot tolerate their noisy clamor instead I focus on birds clattering happily while distant windchimes transport me back in time when on other sleepy Sundays newspapers were unfurled and refolded

devoured section by section style, funnies, editorials, opinions and the crossword

challenging us to fail

coffee pots were a thing then and inside jokes bed head morning breath ancient (tragic) pajamas

wallpaper danced behind laminate countertops a skillet hopped mad with oil unseen goodness sizzled

listen

I miss being a part of a family I know that’s a lot to get from a windchime and the first sun of spring hitting your eyelids like a hug but this is who I am in here

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