It’s late, yet I’m still awake
Pondering things of little consequence.
My mind wanders, wonders, and meanders
down a convoluted, nostalgic path.
I taste my memories
So sweet and melancholy,
Just soft enough to sink your teeth into.
The taste brings a smile to lips and I carry on
A flash of violet catches my eye
A spiral of satin ribbon
It’s all that’s left of what made me a little girl,
I lend down and pick it up
Idly twirl it around my finger
The sight of it brings a smile to my lips and I carry on
A familiar scent stops me in my tracks,
I look for the source
An ever-blooming bouquet
Roses with soft peach petals
Their longevity is a pleasant surprise,
Since the love represented fizzled out long ago
The scent of them brings a smile to my lips and I carry on
I had only taken a step,
When I felt a gentle caress fondle each auburn tress
And brush away a single tear.
I could never forget that loving warm hand
It’s gentleness only surpassed by its strength
When the fingers curl into a fist, prepared to fight
The feel of my mother’s touch brings a smile to my lips and I carry on
A familiar melody fills my thoughts,
Raising the hair on the back of my neck---
In a good way.
I cannot help but sing along,
My voice resonating in my skull
The sound brings a smile to my lips and I carry on
It’s late, and I’m still awake
Pondering things of little consequence
My mind wandered, wondered and meandered
Down a convoluted, nostalgic path
Before settled down
And went to sleep.
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Submission Name: Memories after Midnight
