My memory (I wrote this on March 5, 2007)
Inspired by a friend, who, in response to my saying I would like to meet her, gently reminded me that we already HAD….
My memory is like a sieve.. The things I forget, you wouldn’t believe. Things like where I put the keys; What I’m doing with this handful of cheese; What was the name of that young girl Whom I met at the party that was such a whirl?
Oops! I was supposed to call And wish my friend…not to fall Into yet another lapse Of memory….Soon, perhaps I’ll have near-total recollection And become a paragon of perfection.
But until then, hold off on the blame If I cannot think of your name… Or look blank…(I am furiously Trying to remember where we met, you see.) Or laugh when I stand at the cupboard door Wondering what was the forgotten chore.
In fact it is my dearest wish That I remember to finish This verse, and hopefully, I will Not forget to, until