Saturday afternoon reminisce

My mind  shifts with ease,
to the reverse gear,
conjuring life and times,
long gone.

Like an alert child,
it wanders about known territories,
where memories lay scattered.
Its careful not to wake up
the ones she had put to sleep, eternally.

Gently, it treads on them-
some lie with their face down, like ashamed children,
some hide, nervous,
and some come right ahead and greet,
in a manner that's rather obvious.
(Like they knew, I was there looking for them)

It is those memories I seek,
the ones with a warm fuzzy smile,
those that come rushing, to hug me.

It is in those memories I wish to saturate,
laze and natter with,
on this forlorn Saturday afternoon.

For only  in those days,
I seem to find,
my quiet and rest,
and live again like I did then, to the fullest.

So here’s to those memories-
memoirs that make me smile,
and make my jaded Saturday afternoon worthwhile.