WHO? For d’Verse

WHO?

Our grandparents live

only in our memories. When we go,

they go.

When you go, I go.

Why care if we’re forgot?

As if we never were?

I speak of myself, now.

Why do I care if I am forgot?

As if I never was, never

strove to overcome my limitations,

only partly successsful,

yearning yet afraid.

If truth be told, my heart is shriveled

from underuse.

My children and grandchildren

know this. Perhaps

being forgot is not

so bad after all.

 

(About 2009)

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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10 Responses to WHO? For d’Verse

  1. Grace says:

    I hope not because it is very sad to be forgotten, specially by family members ~

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  2. rothpoetry says:

    Perhaps we do want to be remembered, so we write our poetry and throw it into the vast ocean hoping someone somewhere will pick it up, read and remembered.

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  3. Frank Hubeny says:

    I’m not sure where memories reside but being forgotten may be a blessing as you suggest at the end.

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  4. memadtwo says:

    Perhaps unshrivel that heart…(K)

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  5. Nan Mykel says:

    I try! I try! Every day. But some habits are difficult to break. Thanks for the suggestion.

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  6. I actually think that we are remembered… and usually in the best of colors.

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