Long fingers of memories
touch the satin of my soul
evoking desire of that time

when we walked around hand in hand
snug in our own cocoon
of comfort, ignoring

threatening looks and sly glances
of family and friends
oblivious to the hundred tongues

that chastised our romance. And
today I reflect on these memories
like wisps of smoke, like ghosts

reminding me of my days that had
seen the amber skies~~ when I’d thought that
my life was picture perfect.

Ghosts of memories from decades gone
circle the pretentious calm of my being
teasing me, taunting me on this fog I call life. sayeed

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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5 Responses to GHOSTS

  1. slmret says:

    Beautiful memory poem. I particularly like the first two lines!

  2. O nostalgy; when you hold us! I share the emotion expressed by your poem, Zakiah .
    This is going well with our rainy fall .
    Love ❤

  3. I read your poem aloud…as I always do…and at the last word I sighed, smiled, and felt tears in my eyes.
    A beautiful poem of memory that so many of us can relate to…and we can feel the emotions in the words you have so wonderfully weaved together, SweetZ!
    Your analogy of life and fog…yes…a reminder to live today to the fullest! 🙂
    HUGS!!! Happy Whee-kend! 🙂
    PS…I love reading your poems out loud. 🙂

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