Some things cannot be forgotten,

Like the aroma coming from mum’s kitchen,

The music being played in the old radio,

The song that takes you down the memory lane

And brings a smile on your face,

The smell of the soil upon being hit by the first drop of rain,

The swaying of the leaves to the rhythm of the winds,

Those blissful raindrops coming from the heavens and landing on your palm,

Those dews on the rose petals on December mornings,

The fog, the cold and your shivering hands,

The first ray of sun bringing warmth to the entire creation,

Those quiet moments under the study lamp with a beautiful novel in your hand,

The occasional barking of the dogs, the bright moon entering through the window,

That couch, that blanket, the cold air of winter mornings

The irrational sibling fights, the reasonless laughter

Those twilight zones, the sense of completeness, those moments of peace

Some things are just not made to be forgotten……….



  1. Liza said,

    April 14, 2010 at 3:37 pm

    Hey this is really good!! You seem really good at poetry 🙂

    • Alethea said,

      April 14, 2010 at 4:10 pm

      Thanks Liza….I write when some random thoughts cross my mind…glad you liked it 🙂

  2. spiritteacher said,

    May 6, 2010 at 2:03 pm

    Beautiful and deep. Keep writing. Love, Sharie

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