Church Memories
The memories came flooding back.
Like the daylight through the front door.
Memories of restless Sunday mornings.
Excused to the foyer so I wouldn’t disrupt mass.
That huge, ominous, daunting door.
Contrasting itself with an ornate beauty.
My mind convinced that it weighed a ton.
The relief I felt when it swung so freely.
Standing there with the cool church air to my back.
The warm Spring sunshine beckoning me.
The perfume of the Daffodils rushes in.
A rustling of immature leaves on the breeze.
The excited screams from the playground.
Laughter and a call of “Marco”.
Oh how I wanted to be out there with them.
Now as an adult I may want it even more.
Now that the memories came flooding back.
Like the daylight through the front door.
Church Memories by 8upchef
This work is inspired by the photo Beyond by nvision. check it out here…
Comments
This is terrific writing my friend.
Thanks, Means alot coming from you. Make you a deal, you keep the great writes coming, and I’ll try to do the same!
– 8upchef
Deal.
That’s a great deal :) I loved the feeling of adventure in this piece… the adventure is just beginning! Superb writing, thanks for sharing :)
You’re welcome, and Thank You!
Beautiful, wistful poem. Loved it!
a real delight. very sensitive.