WHO? For d’Verse

Published November 30, 2017 by Nan Mykel

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)

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