Have you ever had this epiphany of immense satisfaction or peace, while doing the most mundane thing in life?
Like watching a sunset, or sharing a cup of tea with your loved ones. A comforting hug from your sibling or a shared laugh with your best...
Cutting vegetables on a random day can be cathartic to many, who tend to seek solace in their own company. And when you put on some music to fill the silence, a nostalgic song can take you down a memory lane that you resist going to. This poem is about that moment.
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Golden maple knocked on my window engulfed by a silvery mist it wasn't the night before Christmas, but chills ran down the walls waiting for a warmer tryst.
The dainty old chopping board was the only company I desired, and a sundowner of my own was the perfect third wheel, so I put on a vinyl, dusty and tired.
I don't know what hit first the melody or the memory, like a hurricane it came taking me back to the start of my almost perfect story.
With every note a tear dropped down the worn down rug, grieving my lost paradise yearning for my mother's lap longing for my father's hug.
The vinyl had stopped my treacherous tears did not, as silence surrounded the kitchen while emotions whirled inside leaving my heart in knots.
Who knew chopping onions would bring in a deluge of feelings that adulthood had tucked away from a soul who longed for her past and a heart that was still healing.
