Some of my feral childhood memories
Crudely invade my fluid dreams
So much so that
Over the years they’ve become
Well- a bit more like family
Painful, dysfunctional and unkind
Dropping in unannounced
Always dredging up some stupid past
Thought completely resolved
But mostly, blaming me for it all
And truth be told, half the time
I wasn’t even there or involved
It just goes to show you
That time doesn’t change- everything
And for somethings that a real blessing
Other times, when friends are absent
Or queerly few and far between
Memories rush back to fill that gap
Some with tears, some with laughter
And still, others with learned refreshers
Of how import loving relationships are
In their made moments as well as the future
Its a moment we should review ourselves
On how good or bad we treat others
Memories are their forever vivid echos
Always there waiting for us
They’re meaningful and important
Like friends and foe alike to be cherished
To be understood and placed in context
Because at some point for some people
Memories are really all..we’ll have left
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Poet of the Light © 2020
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Something interesting that I recently read is that when we remember a memory, we’re actually remembering the last time we remembered that memory…
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Interesting theory worth noting. Thank you.
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