Forgotten Afternoons


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Sweet forgotten afternoons
You don’t recall
But pressed within my memory book
I see them all
The way the light fell
Through the leaves
Upon your hair
And the messy, noisy children
Running everywhere
And how you’d say
“This season is beyond compare”
But it was you
It was you
Beyond compare

Years have passed from afternoons
You don’t recall
Now the light is dim and
No children at all
But the melody
Lingers in my soul
Like a trance
And in memories never
Made between us
I still dance
Till you’re singing
“Our love is so beyond compare”
Oh would that you
One moment too
Had sung this there!

And as I age those afternoons
You don’t recall
Give me comfort only
Tender, sweet, so small
The way the light fell
Through the leaves
Upon your hair
How when you turned
To look upon me
Hope would flare!
And how I’d yearn
For something so beyond compare
If only you
Had seen me true
Those moments there

(c ) Helen Valentina 2018

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to Forgotten Afternoons

  1. Hope would flare. Still the memories of what could have been give some comfort.

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