Words float in and around my head and I know there's a poem there somewhere (certainly lots to remember), but I won't make excuses for my ineptitudes. I love this image and gave it an 8, probably should have been 9 but that didn't rhyme with appreciate, which is what I was doing.
The camp was damp, so
I took that left path
Through the woods
That I was always
Scared to take before
And came across a family,
Playing, remembering
'What will we remember?'
They seemed to be saying.
I stayed, stuck to the spot
Long after they left.
dumb songs on the radio,
cats who ignored us,
making snowballs,
our mother's voice,
the sun in our eyes,
the bird trapped in our house,
grandma telling us who died,
wood panel station wagon,
my desire to be old,
yours to be always young
A winter walk
The lake wasn't frozen any more. The trees had no leaves.
My sisters and brothers were present and absent at the same time.
Dad and his friend had a conversation - more important than cars or guns or stuff
I turned the other way. Walked away.
I had a destination
As the years go past,
and you reminisce,
of the first day of school,
or first person you kissed,
and your memory fades,
of your wee younger times,
with small messy faces
and small schoolyard rhymes,
will you picture me there,
though you can't sketch my face
on your mind's drawing board,
in your deepest safe place?
will you cry out at night
when your soul cannot rest,
when you cannot recall,
the times I consider best?
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