Remember when. . . .
. . .We were so very young,
you’d drive up every hill
really, really fast, then fly over the top
and the world would drop down through the seats?
We always asked you to
– Do It Again –
Who needed a roller coaster
when we had the best of conductors.
. . .You’d wax the grand staircase
just to watch us slide off the first
step in our jammies with feet
and land at the bottom in a heap
on our sore and rolling rumps
just so you could join us there
all giggling like loons?
. . .We’d sit and watch the fledglings
take their first baths en masse?
Everything so new and exhilarating,
so terrifyingly life-altering?
. . .Laying on the floor
opening presents with the babies,
absorbing every thrill and squeal,
every gift chosen for effect?
. . .When we took those Sunday drives,
speeding through dappled sunshine
over hills and dry creeks,
one-street towns named for someone’s dead aunt,
laughing at the cops who had the temerity
to scold us and give directions in the same breath?
. . .The years began to speed up
and days slowed to a crawl,
but we’d never ever admit defeat
to the march of time?
. . .When we’d lose a member
from our circle and tribe,
then gather with kith
in the backs of their God’s house
and share a life well lived?
And do you,
do you remember
when you grasped my hand
never letting go,
through breaths taken
in sickness and in health?
I remember. . . .
Standing in the room of your creations,
sitting at the table with your last imagining,
seeing your last thought,
wondering what you would be doing next
and knowing I would never get an answer.
For I remember you
and shall not soon forget,
that I love you daily
and miss you more
than a lifetime full of
a thousand single memories
First Published by: Wilderness House Literary Review
Publication Date – 07/03/17
Issue # – Volume 12, No. 2