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I stumble over my thoughts,
the way someone stumbles when drunk,
my memories are the drink that calls to me,
a much happier time, 
when I was young and you were too.

I smile to myself remembering the young girl I was then,
my long dark hair and big brown eyes,
brand new glasses that I wore,
with rose colored lenses,
all the world was blooming right in front of me.

I sang to every word,
when the radio played songs of love,
I couldn't wait to be kissed,
by the only one, 
my heart was promised to.

That young girl, 
quickly matured into,
a woman who knew better,
than to wear rose colored glasses,
so she put them into a box for safe keeping.

Recently I looked through that box ,
all the photographs were faded,
but the memories have stayed,
just as If it were yesterday,
when I was young and you were too.

My glasses were still there,
all tarnished and cracked,
but when I put them on,
I was amazed at what I could see,
you still look so beautiful, to me.

Copyright © Vickie Jean Thayer | Year Posted 2019


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  1. Date: 9/2/2019 2:32:00 PM

    Vickie: I need to get me a pair of those glasses. :o) Thanks for sharing that lovely piece with all of us on the soup. Keep them coming. oldbuck
  1. Date: 8/11/2019 1:02:00 PM

    A subtle gentleness to this poem that speaks of being at peace with a memory
  1. Date: 8/10/2019 10:07:00 PM

    Delightful, Vickie.
  1. Date: 8/10/2019 2:51:00 PM

    WOW! So charming is this.. reminiscing of memories..very apt video, Vickie.