A better letter

Some days on Sundays, it rains.
The silence fills the room again. And later whispers and voices.

I search for moments lost in time, moments of joy, moments of love, and care.
The air is filled with memories.

Before noon, many gather. The door creeks open, a welcoming sound.
As words are exchanged, memories unbound.

This feeling, ever so recurring.
But in my mind, you're never forgotten.
Your gentle smile is always in sight.
And your gentle laughter echoes in my heart.

Author's Note

I haven't written in a long time, a constant struggle to find motivation. But reading the poems here was something very pleasant.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Several things come to mind...a gathering missing someone really special...and those at the gathering exchanging memories.
Nicely done.
j.

[MrBlack202]

Your kind words are very much appreciated

[Soren]

This poem brings feelings of pleasant memories that are triggered by various things in this poem it seems Sunday mornings, rain and here the door creaks open as memories rush in. Very nicely done.

[MrBlack202]

I appreciate you passing by to leave a kind review.

[Betty Hermelee]

Silence can arouse a very soothing upbeat emotion, or a haunting one with shadows enduring...i believe that at any moment in time you recall your loved one, at least in your mind's eye....and this brings seconds or minutes of mixed emotions perhaps, some that please and some that are sad....as you say "the air is filled with memories".....lovely
Warmly, B

[MrBlack202]

Thank you so much B, for your interpretation of the poem and your kind review

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure!
Warmly, B