a sunday afternoon

artwork courtesy of pinterest

it's a sunday afternoon

you always liked sundays

i start to sing your favorite song

but i forget the lyrics after the first line

lately i can't even picture your face

well, i do remember your eyes

i remember those the most

because i see them in the mirror every day

you always said i had your eyes

there is a private grief i feel on days like this

inexplicable after all these years

you taught me to embrace the changes in life

because even the bad ones are good lessons

but sometimes, on sundays, it is so hard

i try to find a sign that you are up there 

with the rest of the ones i miss

a penny on the street

an eyelash on my cheek

a kiss of a scent

you see it's the nostalgia

the longing for what once was

and can never be again

i grab a bit of warmth from the sun

remembering how warm the atmosphere once was

on a sunday afternoons

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

The sense of loss is so very palpable in this one. The lines "i try to find a sign that you are up there with the rest of the ones i miss" leave me wondering just why you'd have to wonder just that. Wow. Just a lot of emotion and spirituality in here. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

I'm a bit of an agnostic, my friend. I wonder if there is anything after this life. I know others do not see it my way, and I am happy for them. I have lost so many people. All the people who shared my childhood are gone.....and I wonder if they really are together. In any case, I thank you for your review, my friend. Lydi**

[Desert Knave]

I've never quite been able to imagine that one place where they'd all gather either ... though I'd love to be proven wrong in the end.

[Lydia Shutter]

I guess we will find out someday.

[Patricia Wedel]

Serendipity is like a poem that shows up
at just the precise moment when love knocks
on the door of your heart and life seems to
follow a path that began oh so many eons ago.
tenderly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

This one was about my Dad, Pat. He loved Sundays and we always did something special on Sunday. Thank you so much for digging this one up and reviewing it. Lydi**

[Miss Sharon]

"you see it's the nostalgia the longing for what once was and can never be again i grab a bit of warmth from the sun remembering how warm the atmosphere once was on a sunday afternoons" A beautiful closure to an equally beautiful write my sweet friend! Reading your words is like "coming home" for me. Love, Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

Awwww, Sharon, you are a sweetheart. I was out of town this week so it was really special to come home to this review. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[kentuck14]

Lydia,
A great read. Simple and well constructed. I have three grown daughters and I hope they remember me someday with this kind of sentiment.

Tom

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Kentuck. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful poetry shared dear Lydia.
"a penny on the street
an eyelash on my cheek
a kiss of a scent
you see it's the nostalgia
the longing for what once was
and can never be again"
I do love the above lines. Memories, we do need. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes, memories are all important. Thank you once again, my friend. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Lydia. You are welcome and a wonderful poem.

[Jade]

I really enjoyed this write, for some reason it made me think of my late dad.
Touching read, and lovely written

[Lydia Shutter]

It was about my Dad....so you were spot on. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[Neville]

when you lose someone who so obviously had such an intense and significant impact.. you lose a little bit of yourself, dont'cha Lydi** and tis those little things.. as poems go.. this is another one penned to perfection...

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, Neville, you do lose a bit of yourself with each loss. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[Neville]

a joy to read despite that sadness...

[barleygirl]

WOW! WOW! And WOW! This is by far the best nostalgia missing-you poem I've ever read! I'm not a sentimental person, but this contains every aspect of how this can feel, so well expressed! There are several points where your observations simply bowl me over, they're so spot on! This line is so poignant, so perfectly timed with the rest of what you're saying: "but sometimes, on sundays, it is so hard" . . . all I can say is WOW! You seem to have a strong wave of renewed writing vigor! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, Margie, I don't know what to say! Thank you so very much. When I feel, I feel deeply....this was about my daddy.....and no matter how many years it's been, the pain will always be fresh. He died while overseas on vacation with my mom and I never got to say goodbye. Your review touches me deeply....thank you so very much. Lydi**

[barleygirl]

Thank you for sharing the genesis of this poem . . . very touching. With my abusive dad, I've been closed off to dad sentiments, but finally I can celebrate your bittersweet dad experience without being reminded of mine (((HUGS)))

[Ken Simm.]

Gently sad and moving. No jars in this one. Just gently moving waves of sadness. For that reason and so many others it is extremly beautiful. If I can use the word extreme about such a gently moving piece.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Ken. I wish you a Happy healthy New Year. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

Dear Lord, how this touched and moved me, Lydi. Few lines in i began to think of our little mum, a small woman with the heart and mind of Everest. She showed her children.. and many others, how every moment, every sight. every emotion is special, whether good or bad.. because even negatives teach something. Your wonderfully written words come from a heart begat by someone like that surely and immensely precious. There's a miraculous eternity about someone like that, as if one lives in that person's shadow - and happily. Beautiful writing.

[Lydia Shutter]

My dear Emma, your mum and my dad would have been fast friends. Yes, we do live in their shadow, but through us they live on....always. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

A memory shared is treasured forever. x Must add that the picture showed with your poem is so very lovely.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you once again. I spent many hours of my life with my Daddy walking along the shoreline in New Jersey and Florida. It was our special place.

[Chris Shaw]

A very touching read Lydi**. I know those feelings well. It's 28 years since my Dad died and yet that amount of time makes no difference to my loss on some occasions. Like you, it is a bitter sweet experience. Warmth and loss served in the same sandwich, very eloquent and beautifully expressed. That is what you have given me here.

Chris

[Lydia Shutter]

25 years for me....and it still is that warmth and loss "sandwich"....eloquently stated! Thank you, Chris. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Lovely work Lydi**. I understand your feelings perfectly.