Erin Soares-Anselmi Poet Rhyme

Memories Box

I climbed up a grassing knoll to pick the perfect viewing spot
Lay my weary body down and gaze into the dark midnight sky
 A warm breeze flows over me like a sweet gentle kiss long forgot
Breathing in the fragrance of lavender overwhelms me and I start to cry

Silly really to cry over the scent of lavender I think to myself
Remembering how you use to tease me and then we would laugh out loud
It has been so long since I took the memories of us off the shelf
My mind wonders what you are doing now as my eyes focus on a cloud

I close my eyes letting memories go by like a vacation slide show
I struggle with my emotions not to let them win the inevitable fight 
 Already knowing the heart will win and the head will have to go
I drift into a blissful sleep with the memories of you holding me tight

I wake up with the sun shining on my face and feeling renewed
As I walk down the grassy knoll with the perfect view to my surprise
I see a figure of man in the distance but I’m not sure, Is that you?
As he drew closer I could see it was not you just a man with sad eyes

For he was going up to the grassy knoll to pick his perfect view spot
To lay his weary body down and gaze into the sunlight blue sky
Remembering his lost love with the sweet smell of lavender a kiss long forgot
Breathing in the fragrance of lavender I would surely think he would cry

 I wonder if you ever take down your memory box or is it tucked away
So far back in your mind behind your life’s adventures and nursery rhymes
For me and mine I will keep it in a special place created just for us forever it will stay
No more will it be hidden in a cluttered mind but in my heart till the end of time

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

James Horn July 2, 2014 at 5:17 AM Just finished first page of favorite poems and they all are fabulous. I must add one thing though: You left off something and must further explain, What you were really talking about was memory lane. I have two sons and always miss not having had a daughter and wonder what it would have been like. My son Shawn and four grandsons live in Carlsbad, CA. Jim Horn