Magical Memories Poem by Angela Wybrow

At the theatre, I'd seen a friend in a play,
And, so, for me, it was a memorable day;
At the Stage Door, I patiently waited -
The show was over, but I was feeling far from deflated.

At the pub, we chatted about life and the play,
And she enquired what I'd been up to during my stay.
Last orders were soon called at the Black Swan,
And, from its cosy comforts, we were soon gone.

To my B&B, she insisted on walking me back;
Of joy in my heart, there was no lack.
As we walked together, just off to the right,
Strains from a violin floated in to the night.

It came from a window stood slightly ajar,
And it filtered its way right up to the stars;
As I glanced at the cottage in Southern Lane,
I spied an old lady through the glass window pane.

There she sat, happily playing away,
Adding a touch more magic to a marvellous day;
I loved briefly listening to the old lady playing,
As we walked up the lane towards the place I was staying.

The air around us was sweetly perfumed,
As we strolled together beneath a silvery moon;
A quarter moon hung high in the sky,
And the trees whispered softly as we passed on by.

I was having such a lovely time with my friend,
And I secretly wished that our time wouldn't end;
But, by now, the hour was getting quite late,
And so we parted - a moment I hate.

Back in my room, I replayed our time
Over and over again in my mind;
My heart and my mind were in a true happy place,
And I climbed into bed with a smile on my face.