Sunday memories

The warmth of memories spreads through the room Tears of joy and sadness as we speak of those we have lost Food is passed around the table The strong sense of familiarity Laughter fills the air as we talk about the past The taste of homemade dough that melts in my mouth The smell of Chanel 5 washes over us as we eat Her laugh heard as we talk about our childhood I still see her sitting in her wheelchair I expect to see her when I walk in the door I prepare to embrace her I look around and remember she is gone I can’t smell her perfume anymore I can’t hear her laugh but I can still see her smile