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Sunshine Falls Hard

 Silver embossed hairbrush is duplicated by the mirror

its' laid upon for years, surrounded.

Guided fingers gently trail around a regiment of trinkets,

secrets carefully tucked away where loving eyes

buried deeply treasured memories into pinewood

dressing table drawer; softly lined with 

delicate paper that once wore cascades of a fragrant rose;

Pleated now and faded thin as tissue,

fingertips breaking the fine layer of fluff

causing its dispersal into the daylight rays

projecting from the window to bounce each

fleck of lint around the mirror, like

tiny feathers lost from angel wings.

Turning my head towards your picture

the sunshine falls hard across my face. 


There is no replacement for a person lost from us to this world but they shine through every part of our being. The warmth of a memory can live in any moment of our day.

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