Souvenirs
Lying awake
The digital numbers change as each minute passes piercing
the darkness with their glow.
Praying for sleep to come quickly
Mind racing over the past day’s events; please quiet now
Fighting the temptation to allow them to steal tomorrow’s
joy
Waiting. . .tossing. . . thinking. . . remembering
Memories tumble in - just souvenirs of who was; what was
A different time, past, a different era
Simpler times
Tears attempt a brief appearance
Swallowing they disappear
Souvenirs are meant to be kept
Showcased
Buried in memorabilia
Treasured
Smiling. . .
It’s morning
It’s time
Tuck the souvenirs safely away once more.
They will be needed again.
Perhaps tonight.
-
Rhonda
