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A Day to Rifle Through My Memories

Reliving the good times

By Colleen Millsteed Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
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My mind wanders to those days long in the past,

Days when I’d wake up and my first thought was of you,

I treasure those memories and they get me through some tough times,

And often wonder if you ever remember them too.

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Do you remember the importance of that magical place?

With its pristine white sand and turquoise blue sea,

A coconut palm leaning precariously,

And do you remember that first kiss that was so monumental to me?

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That first night’s swim in the ocean of darkness,

The gift of warmth you passed my way,

Soft words whispered under the light of the moon,

I’ll always remember the words you did say.

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Your face lives on in my heart and my mind,

And I scurry through the memories that you honoured me through,

I wallow in each precious remembrance, slowly savouring,

And I’ll never regret the love we shared true.

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One day stands out that’ll always bring me joy,

I was so ecstatically happy like never before,

And sadly to say I’ve never experienced such happiness again,

But for one precious day, it was the day I adore.

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I’d like to send my appreciation back across the years,

A wave of gratitude for the happiness you gave me,

Sure there were plenty of tears and pain thrown in the mix,

But enough time has passed to remember, to let the good and bad be.

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As today is the world’s celebration of love,

My mind wanders to the past, to the memories we made,

And there were many that gave us great joy,

So thank you my love, you may be lost but my memories have stayed.

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Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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    Written by Colleen Millsteed