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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

Date: 5/26/2019 11:35:00 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

Date: 5/24/2019 10:15:00 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

Date: 5/22/2019 1:02:00 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

Date: 5/21/2019 11:54:00 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
Date: 5/22/2019 9:51:00 AM

What a wonderful way to look at it! Thank you.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 5/21/2019 7:35:00 PM

we must catch that villain or all our collected memories will be bagged away... this is really splendid, sun.. huggs

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 5/22/2019 9:51:00 AM

You're a dear, Nette! Thank you.

Constance La France

Date: 5/20/2019 9:29:00 AM

Sun, this is a terrific write, that darn thief has come into my room too and stolen my sweet memories away !

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 5/22/2019 9:50:00 AM

Thank you so much for identifying and commenting.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/20/2019 7:41:00 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

Date: 5/19/2019 5:18:00 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
Date: 5/22/2019 9:47:00 AM

Yes, I most certainly do!!! Thanks for your comment.