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Twilight comes
and memories flow
in hushed blue tones

Quiet steps
find me recalling,

Music first,
always present
the backdrop to
every recollection

"You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine…"

"I'd like to teach the world to sing
in perfect harmony…"

"Rocky mountain high…"

Then there are
the scents, sights, and tastes
exploding in my brain

incense at benediction,
pungent and sweetly cloying
stained glass panes
leaving sunlit patterns
across the silent floor

skip to the smell of fresh peaches,
juicy strawberries,
sliced into a steel drum of cream
mouths watering in anticipation
as I churn
sticky sibling faces
in the summer heat

lightning bugs in a mason jar
twinkling captives
on my bedside table
hypnotizing me to sleep

Eyes closing, I muse…

How could time have passed so quickly?
In my mind I'm still twelve
dreaming of what life could be,
what being in love would feel like

Sighs escape
feeling heavy in the night air
weighing the events of a blessed life
brings me to this moment
eyes closed,
head bowed,
I smile

and give thanks.

Kathryn Tate Jacoby
copyright August 20, 2014

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