Posted in Poetry, tagged memories, Poetry on March 18, 2008|
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Mrs. Wilson loved her memories
because her family had moved away
when her hair turned as gray as the skies
and her ears never heard ‘goodbyes’.
So she hung onto each hello all day
remembering her children fondly.
Until she died.
Mr. Red’s memories drove him to drink.
The rain filled air made his body ache
like an imaginary force pushing him until he’d break,
a force no more or less imaginary than his right arm
which he often thought was their when he awoke at night
but phantoms aren’t always what you think.
He lost it in the war.
Then there is Clay, whose memories are yet unformed
He still thinks that girls stink
and that cookies are best served warm.
He does not pause to remember the belly ache
he had gotten Sunday, in a similar way
when he devoured mamma’s pie, freshly baked.
She scolded him good for that one.
What of young Dana, who is a memory her self.
Her picture snuggled tightly
On Mrs. Abernathy’s bookshelf.
Mrs. A often remarks on Dana’s long hair
and how she had increased in height,
she is stunned to hear that Dana might
be bringing her new boyfriend here.
Delilah loved her memories until last week
when her boyfriend realized he was not in love
(it wasn’t her though, it was him,
He had other girls to seek)
Thoughts which once brightened her day
Now caused only clouds,
She wonders if he felt the same. (He did, not that it helped).
Lastly there is Pavel, who doesn’t remember much at all
His brain simply doesn’t want all the fuss
So new ideas, or bad ideas, are tossed out all the same
Leaving young Pavel the very confused sort.
He often wonders what its like to know where you are
or to taste something familiar, or when his mother will come home.
(She’s remained in the other room too long).
Such is all I can tell you about memories
that they are new and old, good and bad
and if your smart they will serve you well.
Which reminds me of a story I’d like to tell
about an old lady who was always smiling
I used to visit her at the hospital.
I think her name was Mrs. Wilson.
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