"12 hours past" by Sierra July, Frequent Contributor

12 hours past

Sierra July

Moonlight glinted in your eyes

Reminiscent of sunlight playing

On tiles of our kitchen nook

Sausage sizzled and eggs fluffed

And yellowed as I scrambled,

While you painted your hands in

Pancake flour, butter scent.

That was morning, half day past

Now there is moon in your eyes,

Bright but flat, missing spark where,

Earlier, your soul lit them

Poet's Notes: This is another one I wrote after my dad's passing. It was written after reminiscing over old times with my mom. Little things like his making breakfast was something she could recount so perfectly, I had to try painting that picture with my words too. I tried to write from her perspective. In the end, its message is that these times are both fleeting and precious and should be treasured.