Memory fades. Not just yours, my dear which was strangely altered and crippled by the dementia with which you suffered. Everyone’s. It, like the hearing of which couples complain, can be selective. Or just inaccurate. It was a gift to me when you recounted so much of your life story to me. Some of it […]
Your story
Just because…
Just because memory fades
Time accentuates but also
Distorts what we know, how
We felt, the very core of
What we remember, we need
What we wrote down to keep
Us honest and true to our
Memories. You will not be
Able to remember all that
Happened, even if what did
Happen happened to you. I
Have forgotten, I need my
Notes to jog my memory so
I can remember, so I can
Relive, revisit, live anew
What I lived then, what I
Loved then, go back to a
Time I recall without the
Clarity, with the mists
That fogs my memory, what
Was it like to live that
Moment then when that was
A fresh take. In real time
Yesterday is the past, but
I can hold it, just because
I wrote it down. Because my
Memory will fade and wander
