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)
choosing medical career; problem faced by doctors; drawbacks of medical profession;patient tutorials
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I hope not because it is very sad to be forgotten, specially by family members ~
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Yes, I guess I was feeling sad when I wrote that. Thanks for the response
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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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Good thought! Thanks.
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I’m not sure where memories reside but being forgotten may be a blessing as you suggest at the end.
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Maybe so. Depends on what the memories would be. Thanks for the observation.
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Perhaps unshrivel that heart…(K)
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I try! I try! Every day. But some habits are difficult to break. Thanks for the suggestion.
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I actually think that we are remembered… and usually in the best of colors.
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Meaning if we leave a portrait of ourselves?
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