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.

[redzone]

we miss them Lydi, their smile and laugh, their touch, as you say, "an eye lash on the cheek"... and it is in holding them in our hearts that they remain alive in memory and in the atmosphere that surrounds us.... always...

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, in memory they are still with us. Thank you, Curt. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

awwwwwwwww well expressed Lyd! so very relatable ... my Sundays were filled with Church .. a trip to the favorite bakery and all of us around the table for a big Sunday meal ... usually served around 2-3 PM ... i could go on and on ... thank you for reminding me in such a delicate melancholy tribute ...there is a certain comfort in those remembrances ... tho still sad after many years :(
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, E....I can tell you relate. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

lovin' on ya Lydi! top o' the mahrnin' :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Good morning to you, my friend. Enjoy the day.

[Lorry]

This is heartachingly beautiful and heartachingly sad at the same time Lydi.
Sundays are for most, the day of calm. Long lies and cooked breakfast, with tomorrow still another day away. But they are also the day we get a little more time to contemplate all the things that pop into our mind, including those so sadly missed, that no matter how long has passed, they will never stray from our thoughts.
My dad passed away in 2001 and there are times I am caught off guard and expect to see him sitting in his chair, laughing at something or other. These are the moments that after all this time, shock you into the realization they are gone.
The comnnection remains long after we part, as this excellent piece shows.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, you do understand, Lorry. My Dad passed in 1994....he never had the chance to be old. I appreciate your review so much. Lydi**

[Lorry]

You are very welcome.

[Patricia Wedel]

Sunday’s are a time for reminiscing... remembering the bluest eyes passed on... the song with the sweetest lines... the miracle of birth and the rebirth... perhaps it is the future grand and their grands that live on with our Spirits... we can only Imagine. A lovely poem that we all can relate to and kiss the flowers that germinate and grace our hearts on Valentines. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much for this lovely review, Pat. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Very touchy and nostalgic. Whether for a dad that passed or an ex., it feels particular to that wonderful day that the experience was felt. I'm pretty sure it all became as a default. Sad but worthy of remembrance...

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you for the review, Sami. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Gee]

Such longing and loss in your words Lydia.
I'm not a believer of any God's or afterlife so I personally think all of those that have passed on are either ash or soon to be worm food :))
not that they will give two hoots.
A beautifully put together and penned piece.

[Lydia Shutter]

I tend to agree, Gee. Thank you so much. Lydi**