Sunlite Wanter Poet Rhyme

The Thief

The Thief

Would you believe on a quiet Sunday afternoon,
An unseen thief is stalking my room.
He holds my memories in his hand,
Oh, I just don’t understand.

I want to revisit the kiss on the hill;
Was he blonde, blue eyed, what did he say that filled,
Filled my heart with hope and joy,
He has stolen the details of my first-loved boy.

When did we walk through those colored night lights,
Was it a fair, a town, a vacation sight?
Was it you or another, and what year was that?
The thief has my memory crumpled neath his hat.

Can I sing tomorrow what I sing today,
Please, oh, please don’t steal that away,
Would you believe on a quiet Sunday afternoon?
An unseen thief is stalking my room?

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Paul Callus May 26, 2019 at 11:35 AM So that is where some of my precious memories have been going, Sunlite!! And i was blaming it all on myself and old age lol! Joking apart, I enjoyed this creative poem,,,I must make it a point to memorize it:) Regards // paul

Jennifer Proxenos May 24, 2019 at 10:15 AM P.S Awtry took the words out of my mouth - God has a library, jam packed full, with each one of our lives recorded! Hugs, Jennifer

Laura Leiser May 22, 2019 at 1:02 PM What a creative and intriguing way to present those vague or lost memories, Sunlite! I throughly enjoyed this poem! Great write! :)

P.S. Awtry May 21, 2019 at 11:54 PM Very well done! I like to think that God has our memories...like video tapes waiting for us (all our worst moments have been edited of course) <3 Sunlite Wanter May 22, 2019 at 9:51 AM What a wonderful way to look at it! Thank you.

Nette Onclaud May 21, 2019 at 7:35 PM we must catch that villain or all our collected memories will be bagged away... this is really splendid, sun.. huggs Sunlite Wanter May 22, 2019 at 9:51 AM You're a dear, Nette! Thank you.

Constance La France May 20, 2019 at 9:29 AM Sun, this is a terrific write, that darn thief has come into my room too and stolen my sweet memories away ! Sunlite Wanter May 22, 2019 at 9:50 AM Thank you so much for identifying and commenting.

Vijay Pandit May 20, 2019 at 7:41 AM Your poem flows so naturally in conversation with memories..many can relate to what you write..but the way you expressed it is so special..I am happy to save this in my FAV poems, SW.

Caren Krutsinger May 19, 2019 at 5:18 PM Yes I would believe it for I did not recognize a poem that I wrote 19 days ago in any way today. It is happening to me also, my friend. He is stealing my memories as I type this. Let's capture him and throw him into a well. Want to? Sunlite Wanter May 22, 2019 at 9:47 AM Yes, I most certainly do!!! Thanks for your comment.