A Perfect Memory

Do you hold a perfect memory

                      deep within your heart

a secret place so special

                       it burns like an ember

 is it of a perfect night,

                         an evening to remember with your lover

     or perhaps a day at the beach 

                                    flying kites with your children 

we all share this unique gift 

to recapture

a mindfulness of past

twilights and sunsets 

                                       and sunrises to remember

they pass in an instant

                       but stay with us forever a lifetime

a warmth in the belly so palpable 

like the sun on your face

a hug, a cuddle, a kiss

 of a time gone by that embraces

                     our senses aglow

 in the summer breezes of reflection

of a time that stood still

                       to enrich our very soul's awareness

it's a quiet thunder which lives within

                       the soft embraces of recollections 

                                                                            

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What's your most perfect memory? 

Reviews

[KeeD]

This was beautiful I loved it, so well written

My memory would be sitting on my grandfathers lap as he watched Bold & the Beautiful and I'd remember him abuse the characters of the show whenever they had an affair with every other person on the show..Omg he loved that show he'd even take me to my neighbors house if our cable went down, he wouldn't miss the show for the world. He was a strict man but that time we spent we were like two kids watching something fascinating.

[Frieda P]

That's too funny, are there any soaps left on TV? Very sweet memory Kee.

[Penlady]

my sister, cousins and I upon the high pasteur hill on grandma's farm...on our backs telling each other stories about the picture clouds scudding across a sky so close, we could grab it...
(perfect memory, still a child)
I am, as you, with memories of how that childhood innocence was stolen..
I understand your writing..

[Frieda P]

Reading this gave me chills, first in a good way, lovely memory, then I shivered. Thanks for the review and your kind understanding.

[Penlady]

Thank you...I am anxious to read all you have written..it comforts me to know that another understands the position of a child who at one point was still innocent, then suddenly a nonchild, a child/woman suffering feelings that are so alien but that suddenly take over to lead all one feels from that point on. Those feelings never explained....how could they be explained? By the child, or to whom would they be explained?

[Frieda P]

I hear you loud and clear, I have a lot of silly stuff floating around too, it's my sanity, but you might want to read 1...2..3..4, unfortunately you can probably relate....

[Deron Alexis]

well done Frieda most people use this in times when they need an instant lift very nice poem very relatable

[Frieda P]

Yep that'll do it sometimes...go back to a really comforting memory.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this puts Vermont in the 50's on my mind...or at least puts me back there..that is my most precious memory..the mid to late 50's spending my summers there.

loved it.

thanks for the nudge of memory.

[Frieda P]

ha there's where memories differ, we went camping way back when in Vermont, there was a horrible blizzard and we stuck in this cabin with no bathroom....that was NOT my fondest memory! ha...thanks jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay that would not be fun...on the other hand, i loved the farms...we used to run through the pastures, milk the cows...try to ride the pigs (they weren't fond of that and were like bucking broncos) and just loved the smell of vermont...

you are right..the same places can bring such different memories. good or bad.

[Frieda P]

Of course I'm right, I'm a woman jacob! ;-P

[Night]

...well good morning to you my wonderful friend...WOW...you really made me think on this one...right now when I try to remember, I am finding only sadness, it's the curse of a sensitive heart. I know I put that happiness in there somewhere...lol.

[Frieda P]

awh, seems to me there's a lot of people having an off day today, must be the full moon or something...I know what you mean though, sometimes those bad ones do overshadow. x

[Lover Of Words]

I have too many perfect memories too name!!!!! Love this one!!!

[Frieda P]

Oh I agree with you there, I'm talking about that one place in your mind, that when you think about it, it's almost as if you were transported back in time, you can taste it, smell it, feel the reason why you can remember it so vividly all over again.

[Lover Of Words]

So true!

[creativequill]

memory is in fact a unique gift, it can enhance us or betray us, I love this poem frieda it makes me reminisce of simple, happy days, warms my heart and flutters through me, thank you for an enjoyable moment :) and as always you're writing is spectacular

[Frieda P]

Over the moon thrilled by your response! thanks so much...

[creativequill]

always a pleasure :)

[Frieda P]

:-)

[Annabelle Lee]

my most perfect memory, there is a collection of them, actually.

Staying up late with dad to watch the eminem cobcerts on tv

Sometimes after bad day daddy would come sing that song
L is fore the way you Look at me
O is for the only One I see

and so on and so forth.

[Frieda P]

That just gave me goosebumps and chills Annabelle...

[Annabelle Lee]

In a good way, I hope.

[Frieda P]

Yes in a good way, and happy for you that those are your fondest memories...x

[Annabelle Lee]

thank you.

[writing mojo]

My inner child grabbed the kite flying at the end of this beautiful piece and flew away further in my thoughts...thank you

[Frieda P]

what sweet musing! thank you!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You really have me thinking Frieda...I'm digging into my treasure box of memories, only to find out that I have many great memories. How can I pick out the perfect memory?
You have captured practically everything dear to me! I will go with the sunset sitting on the beach, watching the tide come in, feeling the breeze against my skin...smelling the sea in the air. Thank you for taking me on the journey of memories. Wonderful write!

[Frieda P]

Those are some of the finest memories Robbie. My heart does follow in those footsteps. Thank you so much!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Your words will stay with me today...as I enjoy the simple things, which you have beautifully reminded me to do, in this lovely write. So thank you... and Happy Sunday Frieda!~xo~:)