MEMORIES

I ear the rain outside

knocking at my door

like you once did.

Memories assault my being

and tears of joy tremble in my eyes.

Memories of those times

when time had no meaning

and the first love had the taste

of a never ending story.

I ear the rain outside

and a huge smile enlightened my face.

I wonder where you are my first love?

Life followed different paths,

but in rainy days

when I close my eyes

I hold back the years

and still scent the of blackberries

we used to eat on summer afternoons,

and I can ear our laughs

and our childish stolen kisses.

I hear the rain outside

and again I am that girl with pigtails

and ties in my hair.

Sweet memories...

blessed rain.

©Graça Costa