Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on forget.
I have a tendency not to forget...anything.
Not a conversation, or a word, or a feeling, or a dream.
I remember the details.
Like who was wearing what.
Who was standing where.
I remember memories.
Like every second of the entire day you were born.
Or every moment of every part of your life.
Or how it felt to rock and hold you.
I am the keeper of your memories.
The one that knows your past.
I am the one you can count on for the stories.
I am the one you can turn to for the "tell me again about the time".
Because I remember it all.
Collisions on the rugger pitch,
sky and grass and sweat,
lacerations, yeah, many a stitch,
and so much that I'd forget
from the bruising of my brain
(I didn't think this through),
and it seems my chuffing train
of thought cannot now do
the things to which it was accustomed,
deep and searching conversation;
now the boiler's holed and busted,
and the express can't leave the station,
so to preserve my sanity
I write this dreadful poetry.
I love this! I am a memory keeper too and cherish each one. I sure wish I would have listened more carefully to the memory keepers who came before me! Your #fmf neighbor, Cindy
Such an excellent point. My father recently passed away and led a life like no other. My husband knows every detail of his life and I do not. I too wish I paid closer attention.
What a blessing to have such a wonderful memory.
There are things I wish I could remember that have become hazy over the years. I'm glad to have a record of the things I thought to write down. Those will not be forgotten.
Amazing and yes, either way, a memory is a memory.
Oh to have a memory as great as yours! I have to write things down - and then very often forget where I've written them unless they're in a specific journal!
Just stopped by from FMF #34
I am sure it too will fade in time. But the important ones, they are in there.