MEMORIES...


MEMORIES

I reach over in my sleep

To cuddle your warm, tousled body.

But the sheets are cold.

You no longer seek my comfort in the night.

 

I hear you chuckling down the hall,

Are you playing and hiding in the kitchen?

But the cupboard’s bare.

There’s no laughter in you anymore.

 

I think I see you waving to me from afar

And run towards you to find out why.

Then you turn away.

My advice no longer needed; you know all.

 

My mind knows this too will pass

But my heart yearns for the happy toddler

Who saw me, her mother,

As the love and the light of her life.

 

Sandy Gillis ©

 

Submitted to Hinterland Times July 2019 - Published Mar 2020


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