Sunday Twilight Reflections
Sunday Twilight Reflections
A Fond Memory
By Jude Kyrie
As evening twilight falls
a whispering sweet voice is haunting me
Returning me to days
long gone by when I was a boy.
Sitting in the parlor of my childhood.
Almost the sweetest of dreams
They were all there once more.
The piano plays a hymn
of Sunday comfort.
My mother’s small feet
 softly pressing the pedals.
Her long hard working fingers
delicate upon the keys like feathers.
The children of my parents union
sing as a choir.
Sitting in my armchair
I am transported to my childhood.
Aching to see once more
her face so beautiful to me.
Oh mom! Oh! please play it once more!
But my childhood is past
 my manhood in its place
Drawn by the indelible memories
of a time long passed
I weep like a child to go back.
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Hi Mr. Kyrie......I loved the whole experience......the song and all.........I actually had the pleasure of hanging out with Willy one evening..........the song is enough to make you cry........but again your poem is stellar.......reflecting on a lifetime of memories has to be gratifying in some way.........I was with you the whole way my friend..........great write.........bless you, kind soul..........tony xx